With the most recent girl, I discovered that I didn't want to assimilate into her culture and when she told me she would wait for me to change my mind, I thought that she could be doing better things with her time than waiting around for a guy intent on changing his life. Another one started dropping hints that she wanted to get married by not so subtly going out to look at wedding dresses and when I tried to imagine the rest of my life with her, I couldn't. Another one wanted our relationship to be based solely on one kind of sex that I think is pretty hot, but it was like eating your favorite food every day and then realizing that it's best as a treat. Another one didn't see why I'd be upset if she went after my friend, provided she set me up with another (admittedly gorgeous) girl.
I'm pretty sure that I get what you're saying (and, based on her comment below, I think _refugee_ does, too!), and I can definitely see your point. Forbidden fruit starts to taste pretty bad when it's force fed to you.Another one wanted our relationship to be based solely on one kind of sex that I think is pretty hot, but it was like eating your favorite food every day and then realizing that it's best as a treat.
Oh haha. I thought you were ick-ing the line I quoted. Yeah I guess the line you quoted is way grosser. I once had a girlfriend whom I lived with in my early twenties. I never really wanted to live with her, but circumstance kind of forced me into it for a time. I was thinking about dumping her, then one day I came home and there were a couple bridal magazines on the coffee table. I got the fuck out in short order.
I moved into her place, actually. Here's how it went: we had been dating a couple years, and I was living at my mom's house during a period between roommates. Then, my grandpa got kicked out of like his third nursing home. So, gramps had no place to go while they searched for a new place. So, I lost my room briefly, and I decided I would stay at my gf's place for a couple weeks as opposed to sleeping on the couch. Then, a couple weeks went by, grandpa was moved to a new home, but somehow, moving out became a lot harder. She really pressured me to stay, and I ended up getting used to it, got complacent, then a year went by like nothing. Finally, I woke up from that bad dream and hightailed it. In the end, the wedding mags were a good thing, because they became a catalyst for me to get on with my life.
That is a good thing. Sometimes I think back on past relationships and I wonder if I got more out of them than the girls I was in them with, in that when they've finished I usually have learned something about myself and how I think about the world. Ladies, come to me! I wish to learn more about myself by studying our seemingly inevitable mutual misery and heartache!