Random thoughts that I must get out of my head:

You know the saying: The grass is always greener on the blah, blah, blah whatever.

That’s how I feel about things like infatuation and/or love.

I can be deeply infatuated with someone on Wednesday and then on Friday, decide that I never want to see or hear from them again.  This stems from pretty specific experiences.

For instance, I dated a guy who I thought (at the time) had thee most amazing sex game evar!  Man.  I would’ve paid his bills if he needed me to.  So, I loved sleeping with him, but I HATED sleeping next to him.  Sex was cool, pillow talk was cool, but then I would pray that he would just get up and leave.  He never did.  He always stayed.  

It was a combination of things.  He sucked at cuddling, he hogged the bed, he would have semi-violent nightmares.  I kinda even… feared him when he would sleep.  I would even wait until he fell asleep, sneak to the couch, and return before he woke up in the morning.  SMH @ myself.

Anywho, it eventually ran its course and I moved on.  

A year later, I was dating another guy.  His sex game?  By far, the most amazing shit evar.  AND I fuckin’ loved sleeping next to him!  He would sacrifice his pillow, adjust the temperature if needed, and ensure I was comfortable.  Even cuddling with him was just flawless.  The first night I slept over, I noticed the difference between the two guys and it made me realize that I’d still be uncomfortable as fuck, sleeping next to dude #1, thinking that his sex game was the best I could do.  

By moving on, I established a new standard.  A better one at that!  

Sometimes the grass is greener and you owe it to yourself to find out.