I’m better at dating people I don’t really like. As soon as I like someone, I become some girl I don’t even know, one who suddenly likes pink and prefers ruffles to contemporary clean lines. I wonder if those that drive us crazy, who we immediately take a strong liking to, are somehow wrong for us—based on that feeling alone. Maybe that intense, “Oh my god, he’s so great. This could be it” feeling is a warning, a yellow Dangerous Curves Ahead sign. There’s something that wasn’t worked out in childhood, or you pick up on some familiar feeling and latch onto it, exclaiming, “I feel like I’ve known you for years.” And we analyze that feeling to be a sign, a good sign, instead of a red Stop. Familiarity breeds unhealthy dependencies; sometimes, it’s just pathologic. It’s what you know, and it hasn’t been working out so well for you; yet you keep choosing it. It’s not like being stuck with brittle nails; we do have some choice as to who we love. Still, you swoon and consume too much of your conversations with your interesting friends talking about some, in the long run, uninteresting guy who will probably be gone in a week. Realistically, that happens much more often than not. Yield. Take it in stride; go do something interesting, put on the clean lines, and leave the pink for being tickled in the bedroom. Slippery When Wet. Rarrww.