Relationship tidbits: SUCKED

You meet the girl, she meets you. Then now you feel physically attracted to her. You may just want to experiment, have an adventure or just out of curiosity or even lust. You see her once in two or three days. Then go home talk to each other for few minutes.

After sometime you see her more often. More you talk. Then you see even more often, you see her everyday really every day. By now both of you start talking. You even have to hear her out. She starts talking, and both have equal chance to talk. Now she starts talking more often, more and more. So to reciprocate and be fair you give more and more time and listen.

She starts occupying more and more of the limited brain space. You go out on dates with her which could last from a few hours to just a meal. Then you go home and talk on the phone doing the girly stuff of how beautiful it was and all the crap. Somewhere down with you know she is hot, that’s all that matters.

Now she takes a few hours of your brain time. She makes you want to be yourself and pumps your ego. Dates continue and start getting longer and even longer and even more intimate. Reach home and post-date phone conversations start getting longer and start running into late night and you have trouble keeping up with work in office or college the next day. Then this continues on and on for few weeks to few months.

The dates and phone calls start getting longer and more and more and even more intimate. You enjoy it! You love it! By now you realize that what started as meal-dates become evening-dates then went on to become day-out dates. Your calendar begins to looks like daylight: meet her, be with her and moonlight: talk to her on the phone. You check you dialed calls list and see only her number for all the phones memory capacity.

Without realizing that you have a dick and you had friends who too had dicks, when was the last time you called you male friends? Beware when you feel so proud that you are taking care of the person you like. By now your relationship has moved into the so called lure of physical attraction.

Where every time you meet you get lured into physical attraction and a small dose of kisses, passionate kisses, you get to hold her, touch her in different places (generally the breast, stop thinking any further). You have lost the match. You have LOST. Game Over.

This small doses of physical stuff unevenly spread out across time and your wants to have more and more of it, keeps you with her for longer and longer. There is this promise, a light at the end of the tunnel that you know if you be nice and good with her you can have more elixir of life. This makes you like dog wagging his tale in anticipation of more love and attention and more elixir.

You can’t see through. You can’t think. Because every time you try to think what is happening, you find it hard pressed to think. You realize your inability to think. Every time you force yourself to think you realize a drop in blood pressure, major changes, the blood gushes to the smaller head which is unable to perform the higher cognitive tasks. The larger head start experiencing something new and different chemical changes. A different kind of high. Basically your hormones screw things up. You have been addicted to this even more potent addiction than cocaine. In some way this is a turning point.

Now most likely she will ask you to join her when she meets her friends. She will introduce you to them. The social importance that you receive from her friends makes you really extra proud. But realize that you are getting sucked!!! Slowly and slowly her friends become your friends. You hang out with them. You are the only dick among an ocean of pussies. You still don’t realize.

You start losing touch with your friends (by which I mean in the distant past that you had friends with dicks). You feel so unconnected to your friends. You feel you have to restart building the relationship with dick friends. So much trouble and one faithful day you are in two minds whom should I call your dick friend or your beloved gf’s girl friend. You make a fatal mistake you call the later.

You are getting sucked into the quick sand of love and relationship. You realize every minute your brain is thinking is something related to your relationship, a fight, a date, a beautiful moment, her friends. There is misallocation of cognitive ability. What happened to your personal goals, your hobbies, your passions, your creative pursuits, your family, your friends? But you don’t realize it. You still get sucked deeper into it via elixir, fights, thinking how to make up, thinking how to make her happy which becomes seemly difficult and a battle uphill.

Now she asks you to come home for a cup of tea or coffee or even simple exchange of books, notes. You agree. Another big ‘sucked move’. Just another reason to get you home. You go to her home have coffee get acquainted with her home. A few more times it happens. And feel extremely comfortable with going over to her place. Then one day she introduces you to her parents. Then it continues. Life goes on pretty normally and the same continues. Then she finds her way to your home. She meets your parents and siblings. She becomes friends with your mom. Calls home and worst case scenario gossip away with your mom. Your parents talk about her and she is all around you, all over you, all in you.

That is all your brain can see, think, and feel. You have no friends, no family, no privacy, nothing. You want your life back, but you can’t, you want to spend those times when you could sit with other dick-guys and ogle, rate by-standers on a scale of 1 to 10, watch sports and curse, get involved in fights, do outrageous things, feel testosterone and adrenaline. You want your hobbies back; basically you want your life back the way it was.

This is how you feel: Heavy flow with painful cramps, monthly reminders of what you have become with pleasant dreams and never ending wait for menopause.

Moral of the story you are “SUCKED”.

- Dedicated to my friend Mithisha for all the encouragement to write my Suction Effect in relationships.

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