Several months ago, I read about a study (it may have been this one) that found--among other, less-intuitive things--that the likelihood of infidelity rises with the frequency of business travel. My work doesn't require that I travel much. But when I do, I find that my eyes and thoughts wander more than when I travel for leisure. The obvious explanation is that, duh, my wife's usually with me when I'm on vacation. But I wonder whether the fact that I'm on a business trip--which means that I'm in a suit instead of shorts and that I'm out "hunting the woolly mammoth"--makes me fancy myself a more appealing prospect, which, in turn, makes me imagine certain scenarios as being more likely, and so I play them out in my mind a little further than I would if I were wearing Birks and schlepping a backpack.
I just returned from a business trip to New Orleans. As I dozed off in my hotel room somewhere in the middle of Gladiator on the night of my arrival, I was hazily aware of the contrast between my thoughts about the cute stewardess on my flight there, and the longing of Russell Crowe's character for hearth/home/family. Both hold a strong appeal for me -- strong, almost to the point that one would think them to be almost compatible at some level.
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