Why Do Men Look at Other Women?

I love date nights…except when there is another woman present.

On date nights we are able to hear each other talk and order off menus without cartoons. We remember the spouse sitting across from you isn’t just another diaper changer or carpool driver. Date nights are a time to talk without distraction or interruption…

…that is until my husband notices the woman who strolls by our table.

His eyes follow her shape while peering over his water glass. The interruption strolling by wears a snug fitting red sweater emphasizing a perky full chest. I stick my non-perky, worked-for-a-living–and-ready-for-a-pension chest out to compete, but my shoulders slump and I change my tactic.

“What was that?” I ask as I straighten my sweater.

“What?”

“You looked at that other woman.”

“I did?”

“Yes,” I answer as I flip and fluff my hair.

“Oh.”

“Why do you look at other women, in fact, why do men look at other women when they are already with a woman?” I am inquiring for all womankind.

“I mean really, we are on date night.”

He bites his cheek, then draws a long drink of water.

“I don’t really know,” he says. The water spatters as he sets it on the table.

“When you look at another woman when you are with me, it makes me feel I am not enough for you.” And there it is…all my insecurities out on the table with the bread-sticks and wine.

“That’s not it at all. Do I look at other women a lot?” he wonders aloud.

“No, but it gets to me sometimes,” I confess.

“I see an attractive woman as scenery.”

“Scenery?” my eyebrows hit my hairline.

“Yea, like a mountain, skyline or sunset, just scenery going by. Just something I notice.”

“If she is scenery, then what am I?”

He sighs, and breaks into a smirk signalling he’s found a way out, “You’re the whole vacation. I get scenery plus the whole package with you. I want the vacation, not just the scenery.”

Those words fly across the table and squish my fears. My insecurities didn’t stand a chance.

I can’t let him off the hook yet so I quip: “So, am I the luxury vacation or the budget vacation?”

He waited, smirked and said, “You’re my dream vacation.”

Smart man. My man.