I could never figure her out. She was beautiful in a sad sort of way. She drew me in rather quickly. Maybe too quickly. It turned out that my friend was interested in her but she had already relegated him to the friends ladder which if you want to get laid is the kiss of death. But she pursued me like a beast of prey or perhaps a black widow. You know. She mates, she kills! I took her out several times and finally ended up spending the night with her. For some strange reason despite her beauty, I was reticent. But in the end we slept with each other. Within a day or two she cooled towards me. I was young, still relatively new to the game and took her at her word that she needed some space. So I backed off until I found out that she had dumped me for another guy. So I drove down to her apartment and let her have it with both barrels and the drove off in to the night feeling much better. The next day she called and left messages at work (repeatedly). I finally called her back and we agreed to have dinner. Suddenly I was attractive to her again. She wanted to see me more often. She apologized for “the other guy”. I was the alpha male but I never ended up asking her out again. I didn’t know game but intuitively I was playing it or at least part of it. A year later I ran into her one day. Her latest boyfriend had blown her off and she was in a bad place. I felt sorry for her but I was seeing someone else. Some immature thing that basically wanted to get married (I wanna get married!). She had even bought a wedding dress but hadn’t told me. But that is another story. We had another of those lunches and talked over life. I knew I could have slept with her right then. She would be my pity screw (okay, sex) but I couldn’t do it. Not because I was seeing someone else. It was because I could see that I would swim out and save her but in drowning, she would pull me down with her. Then we would both be lost. I would learn how to play game but I still had to go through the girl I was seeing. I knew that was bad too but for some reason I couldn’t end it. She ended it months later and that was the release point. After that I played the field. Deep center field interrupted by a few LTR’s. But I never got too attached. More of the women in my life became friends while I still hunted for sex. I continued that way for 8 years until I met the woman who would be my wife. This isn’t meant to be a happy ending. Men marry women hoping that they won’t change but women marry men hoping they will change.