So I've finished re-watching Beautiful girls, and once again it strikes me how many men lose all sense in the presence of hint of kitty. So many times a man has a beautiful, competent, and faithful wife, and yet he will readily cheat on her with some random uninteresting slut he meets somewhere. In other words, he'll readily risk everything for a night of drunken, shameful, fumbling sex. It just doesn't make sense. Sex is good, but it's not *that* good. Have some dignity. Have some sense.