Nature, hormones, the biological clock clicking away, cold winter nights, sheer loneliness, a need for a provider; it's not everyone to have the luxury to go and pick and choose a perfect maid. What is a perfect partner anyway? There is a need to be married, and people choose among their peers. Some who first chose among their own kind, got burned, and became allergic to men of their own group. If eyes meet and nobody turns his gaze away, why not give at a whirl? I have noticed middle class people all over the world have really very similar lifestyles, values, interests, social targets etc. But marriages have to do both with sex and providing food and shelter. I remember the whole supermarket staring at a foxy, young African woman, holding hands with a rather super-old, shaky white gentleman, and she was not his nurse or something. In Surinam one meets and hears about elderly Dutch men who find young love in the interior, and having a second litter, and being happy with a much younger beauty. They also have Euro's and everybody seems quite happy. Like what Marquise de Merteuil (Glenn Close) says in Liaison Dangereuse: 'When it comes to marriage, one husband is as good as the next one.'
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