Let me paint a picture for you
I walk up to you and your wife, I grab her hand gently and tell her
"Hey baby girl, what are you doing with this sucker? If me and him were locked up in the same cell I'd have him hand washing my socks and underwear"
Your wife laughs flirtatiously and puts her hand on my chest while saying "boi stop, you're so silly"
She then looks at you as if she's a lost and hungry child in need of leadership and direction.
Instead of checking me, you tell her "hey honey, let's go. Love and hip hop starts in 30 mins and I don't wanna miss the beginning. Can you go get the car? You're faster than me"
I walk your wife to the garage while she gets the car. I slide her my business card and tell her to hit me up when she's free.
You know what happens next.
situation continued:
Your wife hits me up
I come to the crib, she gives me the best head EVER. I strap up and I'm knocking it out the frame
You come home and catch us in bed. I haven't got my nut yet and I don't respect you as a man so I keep going.
You start crying like a little girl and you run to the closet to grab your gun.
You try to shoot me, but the tears in your eyes are messing with your vision, you're too weak to handle to kickback on the gun, and I'm thrusting so fast that you can't catch me. You try to shoot me, you miss and fall over. I pull my pistol out and shoot you while I'm hitting your wife from the back.
You die, your wife collects the insurance money and buys me a luxury car.
You see that right there? THATS why I care.
