Could You? Would You?

Lately I’ve been having conversations with a friend via the Internet that have gotten my mind working again. She recently had an encounter with a celebrity and he wanted her to come up to his hotel room. Apparently they’d had several cell phone conversations and he really wanted her. She was seriously tempted, but didn’t do it. Mainly because she’s a good girl and secondly, I believe, (she hasn’t directly said this) because he’s married with kids and is a self proclaimed ‘super family man’. She did find that false image a bit distressing though.

On this blog we did a poll where we were able to pick which person we would spend one night of passion with if there were no repercussions, no strings, nothing to answer for. It was fun, but here’s someone who had that opportunity and passed. Now I’m wondering about the reality of it. It’s fun to fantasize and plan in our minds what we would do, but could we really do it if it was right there in our face, begging to be done?

I can sit here right now and say that if Sandra Bullock (by some miracle) and I ran into each other and she asked me up to her hotel room for one free night, no strings, I’d go for sure. (Yes, she would probably have been knocked in the head or something for this to happen, but bear with me here.) I have no doubts that I would. But when if and when it’s in my face, would the doubts be more real or do I know myself well enough to be correct before I’m faced with the issue? Gotta wonder.

I guess it’s a question of morality. A person’s moral fibre is pretty subjective, I think. What I consider to be morally correct isn’t necessarily what another person would believe. There are some things that society dictates are properly moral, (ie.: murder, rape, that kind of stuff.) but what about the small personal stuff, like having sex with someone you really like, not necessarily love? Or boinking a celebrity just because you probably will only get one chance in your lifetime? What about the person who prefers multiple partners to settling down with one person? Funny thing about that one. A woman is still called Slut, but a man is called Pimp. What’s the difference there? (A few years ago a Pimp was a bad thing.)

I’m not sure about what someone else thinks or feels on this. I don’t think anyone can be sure, especially about someone else. I’m pretty sure I know what I would do, but I can’t say that I wouldn’t waffle if I had the opportunity. I know this, I’d like to find out! So Sandra, I’m waiting for that call.