You met him at a club and had the time of your life! He was very friendly, well-built, knew just what to say and how to say it. Although, you had been around countless men of his demeanor, this time was different. Gorgeous George had a magnetism about him that after a few drinks made him instantly appear to be all of your dreams coming true.
Needless to say, you have had your fair share of one night stands, booty calls, her baby daddies and dead beat dads. Although, you know all the tricks, you still look for treats. So when the club closes like Cinderella leaving the ball, you dismiss the girlfriend that you road to the club with. Mesmerized by his immaculate car also known as the chick magnet, you proudly get in as if you just won a prize and proceed to give directions to your place, like a sheep following a shepherd to the slaughter!
Like numerous times before, your gut is talking but your brain is not in agreement with what your gut is trying to convey. At some point you even think that you can make this person fall in love with you by being seductively submissive. So you allow your panties to hit the floor, before the first date.
Last night was great. This morning he appears to be in a hurry. So, like a doctor going to deliver a baby, this once passionate gentleman rushes out of your life, without a kiss goodbye or a glance back. Almost immediately you feel played but how can this be possible, when you were such a willing participant?
So, you spend the day on the telephone with your girlfriend that you dismissed talking about the great time that you had last night. Finally, you decide to call him and notice you’re call goes straight to a voice mail system that is not setup yet.
Days go by without even a phone call and the telephone number that he gave you apparently isn't correct. Concerned about his well being and having no further contact information for him, you venture back to the killing grounds also known as the club where you met him, hoping to see him and you did. There he was looking just as charismatic as he did on the day that you met, only he was not alone and he treated you like a stalker invading his territory.
Your stock fell when your panties hit the floor on the first date. Don’t expect this guy to see you as someone that he would take home to meet his mother. You set the stage, made him the super star and you played the role of an extra.
The playa from the Himalaya feels that you have had your one minute of fame and he has moved on to the next audition. There is only one person that this guy allows himself to have any genuine feeling for and he visits that person regularly when he looks in the mirror, at himself.