Monday, May 5, 2008

The Chase

Last night I hung out with some gentlemen at a local pizza place. They were high school boys so the discussion - naturally - was very intellectually stimulating. The topics went from music, to school, to farting, to sex, and then to girls. One guy was going on and on about how every relationship he has been in lasts for a very short time. He said it's like they really like him for a while, but then once they've "got him", they quickly lost interest. Now, this guy is a great guy. He would be a good "significant other". Yet, for some reason, that doesn't seem to matter.

I believe this is a fact of nature with most girls. They love the chase. They love the mystery, the challenge, the rebellion, the intrigue of trying to get some poor, unsuspecting guy to like her. Then, when she finally breaks the guy and he yells out "Uncle!" or better yet "WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS FRIDAY NIGHT?" , she has him in her clutches to do with him whatever she wants.

She then messes with him, flirts with him, and maybe even does a little more than that, hanging on to him like a kite on a string. But, invariably, she begins to quickly lose heart....it has become boring now that she has him. The chase isn't fun anymore. She lets go of the kite string and rushes to her next victim. Meanwhile, the kite slowly falls down to the earth. The routine starts all over again.

Am I right? Now, I realize that not every girl is like this. In fact, I am happily married. Yet, there are times that I can sense this even in my own wife. Not that she would drop me like a kite without a string, but when I play "hard to get", it's like it heightens her senses and she goes back on the chase. By me not showing interest sometimes, it makes her more attracted to me.

Love certainly is a strange thing.