Why does one cheat?
There could be a number of reasons – an insecurity that on needs to fill, a dislike of the one an individual is with, the love of another person, a desire for something different, or, in some cases, a person cheats simply because they can.
I know nothing about the person life of Tiger Woods; however, over the last several days the media has seen it fit to blast just about every little detail of the man. It was a car accident! Did he cheat? Was his wife attacking him and he was trying to get way? How many women did he cheat with?
Up until today I really did not care. The man mad his decision and in no way did it impact my life – it was none of my business. I’m not passing judgment, no one knows what lifestyle he and his wife decided to live, but the situation seems to be becoming more and more bizarre to the point where I simply cannot ignore it.
First a voice mail surfaced… then the names started to pour in… and there were names…. a club hostess, a socialite, a club manager, a swimsuit model, a lingerie model, a pancake house waitress that lived in a trailer park (yes, a trailer park) but the one that caused me wake up and enjoy the freak show was Holly Sampson, a former porn star that was in such hits as “OMG, Stop Tickling Me”, was linked to Tiger.
At this point the list is up to 10 women. Would it really surprise you if this was never ending?
Really, this is like driving by an accident scene of a car full of midgets that collided with a cow that was being mounted by a moose when the midgets made impact. You know you are witnessing the bizarre and you have to take it in.
We don’t know why Tiger cheated, maybe his wife allowed him to have something a little on the side but he got greedy, or maybe he did it because he could. I don’t know, nor do I care, I simply am enjoying how this is all playing out as even the best of writers couldn’t make stuff like this up. We will see just how this plays out, but I can almost guarantee you it will be very interesting by the time this is all said and done.
Why does one cheat?
There could be a number of reasons – an insecurity that on needs to fill, a dislike of the one an individual is with, the love of another person, a desire for something different, or, in some cases, a person cheats simply because they can.
I know nothing about the person life of Tiger Woods; however, over the last several days the media has seen it fit to blast just about every little detail of the man. It was a car accident! Did he cheat? Was his wife attacking him and he was trying to get way? How many women did he cheat with?
Up until today I really did not care. The man mad his decision and in no way did it impact my life – it was none of my business. I’m not passing judgment, no one knows what lifestyle he and his wife decided to live, but the situation seems to be becoming more and more bizarre to the point where I simply cannot ignore it.
First a voice mail surfaced… then the names started to pour in… and there were names… a club hostess, a socialite, a club manager, a swimsuit model, a lingerie model, a pancake house waitress that lived in a trailer park (yes, a trailer park) but the one that caused me wake up and enjoy the freak show was Holly Sampson, a former porn star that was in such hits as “OMG, Stop Tickling Me”, was linked to Tiger.
At this point the list is up to 10 women. Would it really surprise you if this was never ending?
Really, this is like driving by an accident scene of a car full of midgets that collided with a cow that was being mounted by a moose when the midgets made impact. You know you are witnessing the bizarre and you have to take it in.
We don’t know why Tiger cheated, maybe his wife allowed him to have something a little on the side but he got greedy, or maybe he did it because he could. I don’t know, nor do I care, I simply am enjoying how this is all playing out as even the best of writers couldn’t make stuff like this up. We will see just how this plays out, but I can almost guarantee you it will be very interesting by the time this is all said and done.