I’ve been thinking about adultery.
I’m tired of adulterers who say, “It just happened.” Flirting takes time. Talking takes time. Kissing takes time. And fucking, even a quickie, takes time.
So you, adulterer, don’t insult your partner with the tired lie that “it just happened.” And you playwrights, authors, songwriters, and scriptwriters, spare us that particular cliché.
Why do people cheat? Heck if I know. What I do know is that it’s no accident.