The private confessions of Guy Sleek:
This time I’m hoping for a different ending. I met her by some random act of fate. The connection was there like with any other time when I set my eyes on a damsel with great intellect and amazing body. We hit the turbo switch from the get-go with the intention of making it worthwhile. She is of great demeanour and charisma, ticks a lot of my boxes, more than 70% of my checklist to be candid! We became good friends at a very healthy pace. Soon after, we started dating. I secretly hoped I’d stay long enough for it to transit to a more serious thing.
Fast forward a few months and here I am, faced with my inner demons yet again. It is often said, men are moved by what they see but the truth is we can’t ‘move’ all we see. In my private thoughts I wonder constantly, “what if I’m settling for less than I can get?” This is where it always begins and once it starts, my focus dwindles. The commitment phobia sets in and I begin to systematically disconnect almost like an involuntary act of the blinking eyes. My eyes and mind begin to rove like that of a ready hunter set for the next kill.
As a guy, I am constantly seeing but most times, what I see is the less than 30% which my present girlfriend fails to tick. True saying, you can’t eat your cake and have it however I’ve always tried to maintain a dual focus. A struggle which leaves me exasperated, I must say. It never works and not looking like it would this time around! The vision of a skilled hunter is tunnelled, this much I know. Little wonder I always drown in the game of distraction. The painful part is I have lost some amazing women to this game of foolishness. The grass is never greener on the other side. They lied! It never is!
Save me from my self-destructive tendencies for I am only a man overtaken by his insatiable ambition for excellence in all spheres of life. I once read that if your eyes be single, you’d be illuminated. I would be marking yet another milestone in a few weeks and I am prepared for all sort of remarks that would pour in if not exceed the number of tangible gifts I receive. If it is true all men have wandering eyes, how do they do it then? How do they go ahead to commit? Even the green-eyed, two-headed monsters amongst us commit. I am nothing near that yet this seems a daunting task, a tall order in my case.
What am I doing wrongly? The 80-20 rule makes no sense once I begin to toll this treacherous path. Somewhere deep down, I desire to see this through. Sadly, the waves of distraction are beginning to draw me further away from the shores of her safe arms!
Save a broda!