From the moment I meet a woman I begin to set expectations. Knowingly and unknowingly, they begin as single strands of a web that ultimately take shape and create a set of judgments. As each one of them fail every, ever increasingly difficult, measurement they begin to become like prey in my web. I see them as weak and undeserving. It's near impossible for them to free themselves to the preordained conclusion.
Yet, this doesn't explain why, every so often, one manages to break free from this trap. And I can never seem to capture that one. The one I want. Maybe it's because I couldn't get it.
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