The More I Learn, The Less I Like
This week, I watched a beautiful woman metamorphose into a plain-Jane and the attraction I felt (the electricity) faded as details about her surfaced, which included the following:
• She is happily married.
• She grew impatient with my slow reading.
• She underscored my hard-to-read handwriting as she put it.
• Plus, she turned out to be an ultra achiever that I could never stimulate enough intellectually. Among her high-caliber accomplishments are the following:
o She flies an airplane in her spare time.
o She’s written a book on Marxism which is course material for students at a local university.
o She’s got four kids.
o She’s working on her Ph. D.
o She’s exceedingly disciplined.
• I felt very insecure by Friday, and my attraction correspondingly, shrunk.
It seems that with just about all beautiful women, the more I learn about them, the less beautiful (and desirable) they become. Is there someone out there who will grow more attractive as I know them more?
