Siren Song

I'm seeing a girl who has me in the biggest state of confusion. We met through friends and went from zero to 60 in a matter of hours. That was unlike both of us, or at least I'm trusting it's unlike her.

We really hit it off and started dating, seeing each other for the most part of a week or two. We decided to be exclusive, but after a bit of that, she realized my idea of exclusivity didn't include her constant flirting with friends and strangers alike. So we took things down a notch.

I'm extremely into this girl. I've analyzed and analyzed, and this is no "wanting what you can't get" case. I know I need to be her friend above all else. I'm always there for her, even when she won't admit she needs it. I talk things out with her with a true interest in her needs.

When we're in the company of others, I barely exist, let alone come across as anything other than a minor friend. Only when there's a female near does she make her presence felt. Fine, fine, I understand. My issue is we argue because she constantly fails to call me and changes plans on me without warning.

Every time she's back with an apology and a suggestion we spend time alone. This, of course, brings back my interest. I'm trying so damned hard to be understanding, but I can't figure out when enough is enough.

Gavin


Gavin, Odysseus was sailing home at the end of the Trojan War. He knew of the dangerous coast where the Sirens lived, women whose beautiful song lured sailors onto rocks where their ships were wrecked and their lives lost. So to ensure safe passage, Odysseus stuffed wax in the ears of his men and had himself lashed to the mast.

The enchanting song of the Sirens nearly drove Odysseus mad, and he begged his men to free him. But they were under strict orders and only tightened his bonds. In this way, the peril passed and Odysseus went on with his life.

You are under the spell of the first night you coupled with this siren, but all this siren has to offer you is madness. We can't tie you to a mast, but perhaps the myth of Odysseus will be bee's wax for your ears. You are only one of many sailors being dashed on her rocks.

Wayne & Tamara


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