That is the question

I occasionally am seized with this debilitating perception of men. That they are selfish, hedonistic and enslaved to their cars and penises. That they are only as faithful as their options. That if confronted with a woman who is slightly thinner, funnier or bendier, they will dump their current for the better model. They will trade up because they can. They are detached, and to them love is in inverse proportion to the boredom their penis has with the same vagina.

This is the jaded cynical side of me who's perceiving this. That men are binary animals who can rise above their animal instincts, and choose not to.

Then there's the romantic hopeful side of me that thinks there's something more ethereal to a relationship between a man and a woman.That when that It is there (that four lettered word), it perseveres and binds, it outruns Pavlov's dog and outflies Darwin's birds, and all the others are just that -- others -- Existent but irrelevant.

Can someone who has no faith in something she can't see because she can't see it (God) have faith in something else she can't see (_ _ _ _)?