In reference to the previous post, I turned down some sex this weekend. In the situation that I was in, it wouldn’t have been prudent to enter into the relationship. This is for two reasons: I didn’t feel the same way about her as she did about me and it was plainly obvious that even in the short run, the liasons would’ve given me more headaches than they were worth.
Actually, it was just for the first reason; the second is a postulate to the first. In this case, I was getting calls and e-mails pledging outrageous claims of devotion at all hours of the day and night. There would be no way that I would (or that I would want to) live up to any expectations that this girl had of what I was to her. Plus, this cannot be good when I am looking to leave this continent in a month unattached.
I see this as doing something right. I can’t understand why this is right because this goes against many things I’ve done before. There have been girls at points in my life where I couldn’t care for them one bit. For example: If I was more than four hours away from their funeral, I’d probably miss it (there are also a couple that I’d miss if their service was five minutes long at the church I saw every day on my daily commute). This might be the first time I really sacrifice physical pleasures so I don’t cause someone else emotional strife.
Gonads and Strife. They’ll get you every time.