Should have been an easy gig- you know the ones.... those men who are so *thrilled* just to have *attention* by someone like *you*.
And at first it’s great and the sex is incredible. You get to know him, and he’s amazing too.  But you aren’t. Or maybe you are... but it doesn’t mater because the only thing that *does* matter in this moment is now getting this person (you previously did not care about) to love you, *hard*. But you, instead love him, and he’s turned off because you’re a fucking desperate maniac.

Le sigh... can anyone relate to this? 