A Nice Hot Meal

People, why do we sometimes pursue the most inappropriate person in our hunger for companionship?

I found myself becoming attracted to someone who is totally wrong for me, and for all the wrong reasons. I suppose I was feeling a little bored (bored=lonely) and he just came along at the right time. Like the innocent gazelle when the lioness is on the hunt. He was sweet, nice, simple. He had been hurt and was still on the mend. He was young and vulnerable. I wasn't. He was fresh meat and my lioness was was famished.

His first sign of weakness came just by being his nice sweet self. Normally, this would be an ideal, but in this situation, it was a no-no. I saw the vulnerability and pounced. He didn't fight. The gazelle rarely does; they accept their fate and succumb. Let's face it, it wasn't much of a chase. Sometimes lions will play with their pray momentarily before they feast. Not in this case. He was overpowered from the start and the feast was immediate and satisfying. I left the carcass to be finished by scavangers and went on my way.

I don't know why I behaved in such a way. He's a great guy. And he would make someone a great boyfriend, but he's not exactly what I'm looking for in a mate. We're polar opposites and whoever made up that crap about opposites attracting was only referring to magnets, not people. Sometimes when I'm missing my hometown of L.A. and my mother's cooking, I'll try to duplicate what she makes, but I can never totally duplicate it since I never know her secret ingredients. I was missing L.A. and he was my attempt at my mom's lasagna. Not the same, but it'll do the trick and make me feel better. I have no idea how he would feel about being the equivalent to lasagna for me, but he didn't seem to mind too much. Most likely, he knew there was nothing long-term between us and took it for what it was.

I see him now and it's a smile and a wave. Who knows, I might be hungry again someday.