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Life in the fast lane, not easy!

Did you forget to reflect?
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Living in the fast lane is not for the faint-hearted. After the recent Weinstein-type of exposé in a hospital in Malaysia, my thoughts were drawn to an event that happened more than some 30 years ago. 

As the Weinstein effect goes on hyperdrive, one cannot help but wonder whether how the perpetrators did what they did. It baffles how they got away with it. Did they not realise that it was morally wrong what they were doing? Are they too engrossed into it that they find it difficult to untangle? Was it an addiction? Was the power trip too compelling? Did they think that it was mutually agreed upon; hence it was entirely legitimate?

I remember a varsity friend, who, with his new found freedom away from the prying eyes of his parents and having almost securing himself of a degree, wanted to live to savour the forbidden fruits of life. With his self-perceived appreciation of his physique, he ventured into the business of swinging. Justifying nature's design of random spewing of the male's seed in search of the best chalice, he was on a prowl; in search of companions but not for long-term but for 'hit and run.'

These are some of his life experiences that he was willing to impart even without my prodding. Adultery, fornication or whatever you may name it, is no child's game. It is not for the individuals who have more to lose than a bruised ego and a negative public perception. He must have a hide thicker than an elephant's. He must be immune to the ignores, the non-approval looks of the intended target and must have quick enough to duck when the flying missile or even shoes go airborne. It is an art to pick his choice but even the hardcore in the game sometimes flounder. He must be shameless in showing up in the most unexpected places to create the element of surprise to market himself as interestingly unpredictable enough to pluck the string of the hearts of the heart he intends to pierce. He must be so self-assured of himself that nothing can crack his nut. A lot of precious time need to be sacrificed towards this end. 


Of course, the whole excitement is a passionate one, but emotion has to be kept at bay. One does not want to carry a piece of baggage so heavy when all this is over that it would come haunting during the next hunt. The separation, when it eventually happens, it has to go as that is the plan, should be amicable. Both parties must go on agreeable terms, leaving only with good memories and no resentment. There is also an unwritten 'bro code' where everyone is gentlemanly enough not to come in the way of their next stealth.  No trails should be left.
The post breaks up meets must be cordial if the parties ever run into each other paths.

So, you see, the whole affair of spreading the web is hard work. It is not for sluggards who cannot stomach disappointments, rejections, and perseverance. 

What happened to the varsity friend character, you may wonder? Well, after about a decade of smooching around landing on nectar after nectar, he called it quits. Decades after chasing skirts (or attempting to remove them), he settled for an arranged match from a God-forsaken place. The last time I saw him, he described himself to be blessed in a union made in heaven. Things could not be better. He could not ask for anything more. He sometimes asks himself whether he deserved such a boon!

He also reiterated that his old ways are history and do not excite him anymore but one always wonders the truth is such statements...

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