For each of my story it should all start like this:
A white male, of European decent, mid to late 40s, educated in Boston, extremely intelligent, possible one of the best, if not the best in his field, never been married / divorced, moved to the bay area in the 90s, never left, love the culture, said that Boston is great, and it looks rather European just like San Francisco but love it here so much more. Everything and anything goes here. Into alternative culture / art scene, open minded, liberal, left handed, smart, well read, articulate, writes well, and often did not have a type when it comes to dating. Younger, older, married, single, Caucasian, mostly, and then he met this woman.
Always intrigued at first, always fascinated, always wanted something more than she could give, but he tried to get to her, worked on how to appeal to her, eventually he won her over.
And the story should always end like this:
Her fear increased as his intensity diminished. She thought that everything would end anyway, why not end on a high note. So she'd create a conflict of a sort, made it up in her head, broke a promise or two, but convinced it was really he who broke her heart. She never asked why and how it ended, one day she just stopped writing, and one day she disappeared. Man wondered why, what happened but he already saw the sign from the very beginning, he knew that she'd leave, so he started to look elsewhere, he eventually found someone, someone who was there for him, and who was a better fit, and he moved on before she could.
She mourned her loss, until another man, of the similar qualities appeared in her life. She molded her self differently each time, tweaking her behaviors and her strategies, each time she reinvented herself, in hoping to find that ever lasting love, but she would not, she could not, and she continued down the pattern, each and every time. Like the movie the Groundhog Day, each story a repeat, each story ended just the same.
A white male, of European decent, mid to late 40s, educated in Boston, extremely intelligent, possible one of the best, if not the best in his field, never been married / divorced, moved to the bay area in the 90s, never left, love the culture, said that Boston is great, and it looks rather European just like San Francisco but love it here so much more. Everything and anything goes here. Into alternative culture / art scene, open minded, liberal, left handed, smart, well read, articulate, writes well, and often did not have a type when it comes to dating. Younger, older, married, single, Caucasian, mostly, and then he met this woman.
Always intrigued at first, always fascinated, always wanted something more than she could give, but he tried to get to her, worked on how to appeal to her, eventually he won her over.
And the story should always end like this:
Her fear increased as his intensity diminished. She thought that everything would end anyway, why not end on a high note. So she'd create a conflict of a sort, made it up in her head, broke a promise or two, but convinced it was really he who broke her heart. She never asked why and how it ended, one day she just stopped writing, and one day she disappeared. Man wondered why, what happened but he already saw the sign from the very beginning, he knew that she'd leave, so he started to look elsewhere, he eventually found someone, someone who was there for him, and who was a better fit, and he moved on before she could.
She mourned her loss, until another man, of the similar qualities appeared in her life. She molded her self differently each time, tweaking her behaviors and her strategies, each time she reinvented herself, in hoping to find that ever lasting love, but she would not, she could not, and she continued down the pattern, each and every time. Like the movie the Groundhog Day, each story a repeat, each story ended just the same.
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