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I’ve noticed a pattern in my relationship with women. A pattern that is giving me pause in the business of getting to know them. At least for the time being. I am highly perceptive; sensitive; analytical; distrustful; and impatient. Add territorial to the mix, and the traits coalesce into a personality that is both impenetrable and skittish. Hardly building material. While I am a romantic at heart and strongly desire intimacy and physicality with a woman, it all sours once the ritual begins. I see; become pessimistic; and begin—I suspect—searching for reasons why the budding relationship is doomed.
So why bother? Why not resist the urge to peek behind the curtain?
Envision, admire, lust from afar. For both your sakes.
Then figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.