Single,
available
& insane
And once you've twisted the insane ones into your version of domestic "saneness", you'll get bored, start complaining that you don't go out as much anymore, drink as much, dance as much (gee, could it be that keeping a roof over the head, maintaining that property, working to pay for the life/homeowners/car insurance policies, spending time with the kids and taking them to scouts, etc. is cutting into going out time?) start having headaches every night, never say thankyou for the massages he gives you, compliments he drops, flowers he brings you all the time, and so you'll start something with the UPS guy - the one who bangs every chick he can.
It's an ancient song and dance, which has varied little over the millenia.
Popular culture paints a picture that it is the men who are out cheating, and yet the truth is that if they are cheating with someone it's someone who themself is cheating. Cheating wives. Divorcing wives.
Rather than continue to be serially cuckolded, doesn't it make sense for a man to himself become a rogue male?
The answer is yes. Domestic bliss is a fool's paradise.
And I apologize if this sounds bitter. It is...and yet isn't. A door closes, many many windows open, etc...
Feast!