there’s a reason we’re attracted to certain kinds of people at certain times of our lives: they shed light on our confusion.
it’s no more complicated than that.
our relationships (no matter how fleeting they may be) exist as mirrors in order to help us ‘see ourselves’ as we truly are.
I write this only because our most recent date was terrific… and tragic… both in the span of a few hours.
which is not to say that it was a let-down—she DID get down and dirty with me in the only way acceptable during this stage of the game: when I was able to unhook her bra (single-handedly) during the first go, she laughed.
not a giggle or a feminine “tee hee,” but a belly laugh; a guffaw.
“you’re a player!” she shrieked. ” I see what’s going on here!”
and maybe she’s right, but the fact that she laughed… GOD … why can’t I let myself love this woman?
even when she decided that she couldn’t stay the night (as I’d hoped) because she “liked me too much,” I still felt as though I’d scored HUGE .
if this girl gets away…