Avoiding Sappy Title

So there's a lady that I am currently...involving myself with? hanging out with? chasing fruitlessly? The last two are probably the most accurate descriptions. I thought it'd be a bit boring if I just went on and went on about her and about a relationship that will never happen. It also seems very high school Brian to do something like that.

Why do I find myself attracted to her? I'm not too sure myself. She's kind of short. Super quiet voice. Both are things that are not on the track record of qualities Brian looks for in a lady. She does have cartilage piercings that I do find wildly sexy. I actually haven't had a lot of times to talk to her. But the few times I did, I thoroughly enjoyed. Admittedly, I know very little of her but isn't that what the purpose of attraction? To pursue the girl and inquire more about her?

She enjoys bowling, she knows Dr. Strange. This is quite a feat. Even casual comic book fans know little to nothing of the former Sorcerer Supreme. Dr. Strange is not a household Marvel superhero name. Yet...YET....she knew about him. She said she knew him from the video game she played, Marvel Ultimate Alliance. If at that point she said that she also plays fantasy football, I would've deduced that I was in a dream and waiting for my "kick".

However, after some introspection, I came to a conclusion. I constantly find myself hopelessly attracted to ladies that I have no chance with. It's a constant among all those whom I find myself attracted to over the years. Now, I don't mean that they're out of my league or anything when I said that I don't have a chance with them. I just mean that certain circumstances forbade me to do anything. Like an inconvenient boyfriend, my just a friend image, or in the case of HAMs, their children and marriage.

I don't know if I do this subconsciously or if I just have some weird attraction to the unattainable. Either way, I know how this story ends with this young lady. I resolve to do nothing but yet, I'm in too deep to just de-attach myself. We end up becoming close friends, late night texts, IM conversations, and the such. She's still going to be with the boyfriend. I eventually get sick of the masquerade and somehow sabotage the friendship and we end up drifting apart. And we're relegated to the yearly birthday Facebook wall post.

How do I know this? It's happened before. Twice. Oh well. It's a cycle, you know, with the Earth rotating and revolving and such. It's just one of those cycles. Moving on now.

*on a side note, I do dearly regret losing touch with those two friends. All because I thought I was madly attracted to them and thought they were perfect for me. Oh well...