Kiss and tell

It is conference season here in the UK for political parties, with the Liberal Democrats in session this week. This has led to a revival of news reports earlier this year that their leader Nick Clegg had slept with no more than 30 women. My wife, Norma, commented on that over dinner last night. She was scathing. ‘Scathing’ isn’t something she does very often, but Mr. Clegg came under fire last night.

At first, I misunderstood Norma’s disdain. I thought she was contemptuous of his boasting, but no, she was attacking his morals. Well, that made me feel a little uncomfortable for a moment. I defended his morals, but said that he was a cad for boasting about it. We disagreed amicably.

It might seem hypocritical that I should tell the world about my sexual exploits through this blog, while at the same time disapproving of Nick Clegg going public about his. There is a difference. I am anonymous which means that no woman is going to get hurt by my revelations. Whether it is men boasting to their friends in the pub, or those who ‘kiss and tell’ whether for cash or not, I view them with contempt. Sexual intimacy, is a wonderful thing and brings individuals as close as they can possibly be. We entrust each other with our emotions, our bodies and souls. Boasting about sexual acts, without the consent of one’s sexual partner is heinous. It might be argued that Nick Clegg didn’t name anyone. Now, supposing you are one of Nick Clegg’s Exes. You just might feel cheapened. Supposing you are one of those women’s mothers, and supposing you have been telling all your friends, ‘Nick Clegg, that nice leader of the Lib Dems used to go out with my daughter,’ then how would you feel now?

As for my activities, my Sunday lay with my air hostess lover didn’t happen. Her husband’s arrangements changed and she couldn’t get out.