confusedstate
Don Juan
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I sometimes think things were easier when I was an AFC.
I don’t feel any connection with the majority of women, and when I do, it’s just strong physical attraction disguised as a connection. Pretty much, I never expect to find a woman that is my personality match, even an UG (not that I’d want an UG, but just for argument’s sake.)
It seems my only interest in women now is just for their looks. Even when I “fall” for someone, it’s because they’re my type lookswise and they don’t have an outlandishly bad personality to ruin the attraction.
Yet, part of me deep down inside still believes in the idea of the connection, despite what I know about women (from my experiences firsthand and what I read and hear from other people.)
It also seems that I’m still susceptible to one-it-is…Eddie Murphy in Boomerang type one-it-is…where he just likes the chick's looks and is obsessed with the sex and he gets hung up on her and mistakes it for love. (Only I don’t believe in the movie’s happily ever after where he meets Halle Berry who’s “perfect.”)
On one hand, I’m glad I’m not in “Oh I need some special girlfriend” mode…but knowing the truth doesn’t make it any easier. Just makes things more of a headache.
Anyone else ever feel or felt like this?
I don’t feel any connection with the majority of women, and when I do, it’s just strong physical attraction disguised as a connection. Pretty much, I never expect to find a woman that is my personality match, even an UG (not that I’d want an UG, but just for argument’s sake.)
It seems my only interest in women now is just for their looks. Even when I “fall” for someone, it’s because they’re my type lookswise and they don’t have an outlandishly bad personality to ruin the attraction.
Yet, part of me deep down inside still believes in the idea of the connection, despite what I know about women (from my experiences firsthand and what I read and hear from other people.)
It also seems that I’m still susceptible to one-it-is…Eddie Murphy in Boomerang type one-it-is…where he just likes the chick's looks and is obsessed with the sex and he gets hung up on her and mistakes it for love. (Only I don’t believe in the movie’s happily ever after where he meets Halle Berry who’s “perfect.”)
On one hand, I’m glad I’m not in “Oh I need some special girlfriend” mode…but knowing the truth doesn’t make it any easier. Just makes things more of a headache.
Anyone else ever feel or felt like this?