It is not as if i have been refused, it really is more that the thing that is whole a lark, and seems pretty self-contained (a lot of those who have no idea each other stay together in a property for a week-end; crazy things happen; then everybody dates back with their life). The good news is, the euphoria for the moment it self has worn down, and I also find myself experiencing, on a smaller sized scale, the exact same thoughts we feel once I’ve been dumped.
How do you get myself to simply enjoy that the good hook-up occurred?
That you do not? We actually don’t think that ladies are designed to, biologically, feel okay about any of it.