Rug Pull

It is a hefty switch to throw.

Maybe it’s false advertising, the way I’m so cool at the beginning, and then so myopic once we hit exclusivity.  I’m a big believer in like attracts like – so maybe my cool cucumber routine attracts the wrong kind of guy for what I ultimately want.

But remember:  I’m only flipping this switch and showing this cuddly side to those guys that pursued me the longest and hardest.

To put it bluntly – I’m not a third-date-sex girl, I’m a sex-in-two-months girl.  And it’s not for the game of it; it’s because I know me, and I’m not ready to share with or have the feelings for a guy that I’ve only known for a couple of weeks.  (This system is admittedly the result of some trial and error.)

So, in my mind, they’ve pursued me for months, they’ve treated me like a queen, acted beguiled in every way…. And I’m finally thinking I can let my guard down.

But life – and especially relationships – are more like yo-yo’s, aren’t they?  As I pull away at the beginning, they have to chase.  When I stop running, so do they.  (Presumably) exhausted, they chill out just when I’m ready to ramp up the passion.

And that’s when I’m left feeling like the rug got pulled out from under me.  Here I’d done everything I could to try to attract and weed out an upstanding, serious gentleman – and the one I’m with starts taking a breather.  I stopped seeing other guys for this? It’s so anticlimactic.

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