Marrigage is for the faithful and not for the cheaters. If you still want to sleep around and see other people, then you're not ready for marriage yet.

Is anyone gonna be stupid enough to say cheater on a public web site?

Definitely faithful. I'm a romantic. I don't have to be married for that to apply either. Whenever I give someone the impression that I'm theirs and theirs only, that's exactly how it is.

well i'm single & i think cheater' so long as her husband dont find out:)

Marriage is 200% faithfulness. If you don't plan to be faithful, you shouldn't be in a relationship period. :) And no, I wasn't just implying it to you, I was implying it to EVERYONE! :)

Faithful. Otherwise why bother taking a vow?

Marriage is a promise. Cheating breaks that promise

Faithful baby, although it is human to make mistakes.

Faithful to the end!

absolutely faithful

I believe that faithfulness is essential to a happy marriage.

There's no marriage like no marriage

My opinion: I took vows before my God, my family, and my friends pledging eternal devotion to one man, and he to me. That one moment of excitement that could be tempting could never overcome the hurt, and shame, and mistrust that would come after.

Faithful, whats the point of getting married as my Fiance' says. He works with men who cheat on their wives who have a bunch of kids too...mostly Hispanic though, i think its more prominent in that culture

This is as honest as I can get: I SWEAR to tell the truth, the whole truth AND NOTHING BUT the truth - so help me God. A qualifier: I AM a monogamous man - one man with one lady. I always was. I always will be. It's the way I was raised, noticed AND was taught. That being mentioned, here's my answer - with both options: If I was in a relationship with a lady, the thought probably wouldn't cross my mind to cheat on her or look for someone else. I would continue going about my business - staying faithful to that lady. On the other hand: if I was single and looking, I'm sure I would di to my old "haunts" - the clubs, bars and other places where I KNOW the available ladies are. I would approach one or more of the young ladies and ask if I could buy her or them a drink. THEN we would see what happened - or didn't happen. For each and every person who reads this answer about dating a beautiful lady: NEVER, EVER count yourself out before you even try. The very worst answer you'll receive is, "I'm sorry. I'm with someone." OR a flat-out, "No". Other than in love and romance, "No" never hurt anyone. AND since this is the first time you approached the lady, how could this possibly be considered "love and romance"? One of my mentors taught me this: SW3 - N! Some Will. Some Won't. So What. Next! Not-so-good-looking guys don't have anything to lose, do they? Let's look at this from my perspective: a not-so-good-looking man - with a little "twist": "Beauty IS in the eye of THE beholder!" AND I AM "THE beholder". Since my divorce, I always loved dating beautiful ladies. I was with one of those VERY beautiful ladies at a very popular suburban Philadelphia nightclub. We were having a WONDERFUL time! Dancing, holding hands, having a few drinks, laughing, chatting, etc. The club was crowded. The only table we could get was a "deuce" - a slightly oblong table with chairs facing each other. Lady L. leaned over the table, gently squeezed my forearm and said in a sort-of whisper, "Don't turn around, but there's a guy who hasn't taken his eyes off me since we walked in the door." I said to her, "IF I got up and went to the restroom, I BET he would be sitting in my seat as soon as I was out of sight. Bet?" Gritting her teeth and talking through them, she said, "Don't you dare! I don't need that kind of man sitting in your seat, bothering me - doing his best to hang all over me and pick me up." I said, "You should be flattered there's someone else in this place who's paying attention to you besides me. I BET if I went up to him and asked if he was jealous, he would probably say, 'yes'. Wanna bet?" She said, "No. I just don't feel comfortable. I feel as though I'm being undressed." I said, "I'm the one who's flattered! 'Cause I KNOW I have THE MOST beautiful lady in this place - and in all of Springfield - on MY arm." She kicked me in the shin and said, "Come on. Let's get out of here." AND that's the way I think of it when people stare at the lady I happen to be with at that time. A 2nd tale: Through the 26 years I worked in the food and beverage business, as one of the "benefits" of working in the business, one of my observations was and continues to be: ALMOST EVERY bar and club I went to has "a resident drunk". This is a lady or a man who can be considered almost as a "fixture" or part of the decor. About 99% of the time I went into a particular bar or club, I ALWAYS noticed the same person was there - sitting at the bar - in just about the same seat. If he or she wasn't there when I arrived, it wasn't long before he or she showed-up. I was a member of another club. At this club, "Ralph" was "the resident drunk". He was harmless. He never bothered me or the lady I was with. Other than saying, "Hello Ralph! How are ya?" - I never had too much to do with him. I was at the 2nd club with another beautiful lady. Ralph was there, too. I was on my way back to our table when he pulled me aside. He said to me, "I don't know how the devil you do it, man. What's your secret?" I KNOW the look I had was like "a deer caught in the headlights". I didn't have a clue what he was talking about. He said, "Awwwww come on, man! You know what I mean, don'tcha?" I said, "Ralph, if you tell me what you're asking about, maybe I'll give you an answer." He said, "You really don't know what I'm talkin' about, do you?" I said a simple, "No.". Ralph asked, "Do you think you're good lookin'?" I replied, "No, not at all." He asked, "How the hell does an ugly guy like you end-up with a good-lookin' broad (I WON'T use the word he used) like dat?" When he said the word "dat", he sort-of motioned with his head in the direction of the lady I was with. I leaned over and sort-of whispered in his ear BUT it wasn't such a whisper so everyone in the immediate area could hear what I was about to say. "First of all, she's not a "broad". She never was a broad. She'll never be a broad. 2nd: Because she is a lady, she earned the right and deserves to be treated with ALL the respect and attention I can possibly give her. It's part of the way I was raised and taught." Ralph asked, "Who taught you how to do that stuff?" I said, "My parents, grandparents and all my aunts and uncles." "Was it all at the same time???" I said, "Nope, but it was over a lifetime. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get back with my date." And I walked away. When I got back to our table, I was asked, "What was that all about?" I replied, "It was about Y-O-U - YOU! Ralph needed a little lesson in manners and etiquette. Now what would you like to do?" AND in my opinion that's the way I look at it. To me it's nothing short of flattery. AND until and unless someone describes anything different, it will always be considered flattery. Thanks for asking your Q! I enjoyed answering it! VTY, Ron Berue Yes, that is my real last name! Sources: My wonderful family! Some observations and opinions. "THE University of Hard Knocks" Also known as [“a/k/a”] “life’s valuable lessons”.