This past weekend I went on a date with an ex. Well technically it wasn't a date originally. She wanted to meet up and talk about custody issues with her child's father (we both have kids the same age and I recently won sole custody of my daughter). I must say, even after all this time we had not seen each other, the physical and emotional attraction hung in the air, impossible to ignore even by a third party, it was completely obvious we are crazy about each other. We talked about what to expect at these hearing and my subjective advice on what her chances are of getting exactly what she wants etc. As the night progressed there was just this deep, almost archaic connection we have always shared from our very first date. It resonated even to compete strangers. It is undeniable regardless of how your much your ego tries to convince you otherwise.
But how much does that all really matter? I'm a writer, So I assume my sensitivity to such things become magnified, maybe even exaggerated. I find it to be a beautiful thing, yet if chemistry actually mattered as much as I'd thought, I would not be single. I have great chemistry with most girls, I can sort of tune in to what they like, and I pretty much love everything about life so it's easy for me to empathize and mirror behaviors. Yet always over time, I get bored. But for one girl, I never got bored, never got tired of her ****, or disagreements were resolved more logically than emotionally, and for once in my dating life, I didn't have to "tune in" to her emotional psyche, it seemed as if we were always tuned in to each other.
For this woman, I did not get bored. I became scared. I became so freaked out by the fact that we were falling in love with each other. Why did I freak out? Why did I suddenly end things leaving her in a hazy maze of confusion? I did care about her. I was just so insecure about letting go of my fears, that I just dipped out and thought staying single and fvcking more girls was the safest way for me to go emotionally. But Pandora's box had already been opened. Even with the pvssy practically throwing itself at me, I still lay awake at night reliving those wisps of bliss memories of the moments I shared with her. The way she praised my individuality with the tact, the way her hair looked first thing in the morning, the way other couples looked at us with envy...The recollection always brought a smile to my face, yet that smile would dissipate, overshadowed by the reminder of a nit-witted ego struggling to protect it's useless existence.
Chemistry is highly over-rated.
But how much does that all really matter? I'm a writer, So I assume my sensitivity to such things become magnified, maybe even exaggerated. I find it to be a beautiful thing, yet if chemistry actually mattered as much as I'd thought, I would not be single. I have great chemistry with most girls, I can sort of tune in to what they like, and I pretty much love everything about life so it's easy for me to empathize and mirror behaviors. Yet always over time, I get bored. But for one girl, I never got bored, never got tired of her ****, or disagreements were resolved more logically than emotionally, and for once in my dating life, I didn't have to "tune in" to her emotional psyche, it seemed as if we were always tuned in to each other.
For this woman, I did not get bored. I became scared. I became so freaked out by the fact that we were falling in love with each other. Why did I freak out? Why did I suddenly end things leaving her in a hazy maze of confusion? I did care about her. I was just so insecure about letting go of my fears, that I just dipped out and thought staying single and fvcking more girls was the safest way for me to go emotionally. But Pandora's box had already been opened. Even with the pvssy practically throwing itself at me, I still lay awake at night reliving those wisps of bliss memories of the moments I shared with her. The way she praised my individuality with the tact, the way her hair looked first thing in the morning, the way other couples looked at us with envy...The recollection always brought a smile to my face, yet that smile would dissipate, overshadowed by the reminder of a nit-witted ego struggling to protect it's useless existence.
Chemistry is highly over-rated.