I’ve talked a lot about crash and burn episodes involving mostly unavailable women that occurred in mostly my twenties. A principal element of dysfunction that I brought to those episodes was the high expectations that I had for these individual women. When I compare my experiences with individual, mostly unavailable women back then with my experiences with individual, mostly unavailable women these days, the sky high expectations are simply not there these days.
It’s not as if I one day simply decided to just be a good guy about my expectations for women and lived happily thereafter. I credit my improvement to following my buddha. The “what if I turned my back on love” path that I’ve embraced these past fourteen years allows me to more readily let go of my expectations for attractive women who seem to take something of an interest in me these days.
It is as if a fork opens upon the road I’m on and a rightward option appears before me that involves letting supposed opportunities slip through my fingers if I take that rightward path. It is in the taking of this path that I often question the actual level of interest these individual women have in me and I invariably seem to find my expectations diminishing. Maybe one day I’ll take this buddha path too far and let an actual, genuine opportunity with an actual, genuine very attractive woman actually, genuinely slip through my fingers. It hasn’t happened yet, to the best of my knowledge, but I suppose it could.
It’s not as if I one day simply decided to just be a good guy about my expectations for women and lived happily thereafter. I credit my improvement to following my buddha. The “what if I turned my back on love” path that I’ve embraced these past fourteen years allows me to more readily let go of my expectations for attractive women who seem to take something of an interest in me these days.
It is as if a fork opens upon the road I’m on and a rightward option appears before me that involves letting supposed opportunities slip through my fingers if I take that rightward path. It is in the taking of this path that I often question the actual level of interest these individual women have in me and I invariably seem to find my expectations diminishing. Maybe one day I’ll take this buddha path too far and let an actual, genuine opportunity with an actual, genuine very attractive woman actually, genuinely slip through my fingers. It hasn’t happened yet, to the best of my knowledge, but I suppose it could.
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