Guys, you know how things go.
You've been dating the most wonderful girl in the world for several weeks, even several months, when something odd happens.
Maybe something small, like her starting to wear a particularly rancid brand of perfume, or maybe something major, like her informing you that she was only kidding when she said she adored football.
Whatever. All you know is that the thrill has ebbed.
Your dreams of this girl are no longer feverish.
Your finger seems loath to dial her number; you become re-enamored of airline stewardesses.
The love affair is, in fact, history.
That middle period of relationships, that perilous time between the
starry-eyed first moments and the cozy, settled period when you may even have the nerve to fart in bed, is always fraught.
It's tricky business, getting to know each other, a pitfall-a-minute affair.
And we women can be just as finicky as men.