Actually, the weekend before last (Memorial Day), the gentleman I’m seeing and I had the opportunity to go to a Bachelor Party Dinner and assorted afters. Since I was full of a raging head cold (I had a fever of 99.5 when we got home), I could only make dinner. Not only did I not have a problem with the gentleman going to the afters without me, I checked with other friends at the dinner to see if they could give me a lift home. The gentleman decided not to go.
Many years ago, I was engaged to a different gentleman who was to be best man at his best friend’s wedding. The night before the wedding, I told my fiance “Do whatever you want. I’m going off to the Hawaii State Farm Fair.” He turned up at my place that night and told me that he’d met his buddy and they’d come to the conclusion that they were both happy with the women in their lives and saw no need to look at naked women since they had naked women of their own! Instead of going to a strip club, they went to see Terminator II and tried to look me up at the farm fair.
One more example. I mentioned to my mother that I had the opportunity to go to a strip bar, and she told me she’d actually been to a few and it was interesting. My father has had Playboy calendars on his bedroom wall for as long as I can remember and if he ever doesn’t look at a pretty girl, forget the doctor; I’ll be calling the undertaker! He flirts outrageously with waitresses and has been known to kid ones he knows well and who like him about being undersexed. My parents have been married for 43 years. I admit Mum did ask Dad what he’d do if one of these waitresses took him up on it; I gather his reaction was rather like one of a dog who’d actually caught a car – “Now I’ve got it, what do I do with it?!” :eek:
I’m old-fashioned. I believe in monogamy and disagree with casual sex. I also believe the men I’ve loved have been intelligent, reasonable, honorable adults. The Bachelor Parties they’ve had the chance to go to have been as much a chance to celebrate a friend’s wedding the way it’s currently done as a chance to look at naked or mostly naked women. If they want to look at naked or mostly naked women, they don’t have to go to a strip club; there are magazines full of the things, beaches and pools, and, for that matter, I’ve been known to hang out in a hot tub full of naked men and women. Knowing these men as I have (including my father, come to think of it), I also know that a naked body alone won’t be enough for them. Are they unusual? Of course! I met the gentleman I’m seeing in Mensa; he’s unusual by definition! Are they horn dogs? I’m going to plead the fifth, but I will point out that I have a particularly strong sex drive, despite being female. When I was in my 20s and still a virgin, there were nights when I was almost overwhelmingly tempted to go and find the first available man and find out what I’d been missing. I didn’t because it wouldn’t have been right. If I know, like, trust, and respect a man enough to have sex with him, I also trust him to do what’s right.
In other words, yes, I’d trust any gentleman I’m in a relationship to go to a Bachelor Party. If I didn’t, I’d end the relationship. For those who still insist on the “Men are incorrigible horn dogs” model, I’ll throw out one simple cost/benefit scenario. I don’t tolerate cheating. If a man is willing to give up frequent, regular, good sex with me for a one-shot with a stranger, then, frankly, he’s too stupid for me to put up with. I mean, hasn’t he heard the story of the goose that laid the golden eggs? Getting laid once vs. getting laid regularly: which would you choose?
CJ