[col-sect][column]I know that this is kind of touchy thing for you and as much as I don’t want to be the one to point this out to you, I’ll just come out and say it here: Babe, you’re too available for me in this relationship. And I’ve got to be honest… it’s kind of ruining it for me. Or spoiling maybe. Whatev. It just seems that you’re always there. Like for example, I call you, and you answer. Every time. Sometimes, I even call you when I know that you can’t answer so that I get the points for making the call, but don’t actually have to do the talking part. But you’ll take my call anyhow! Babe, give me a break. Do you have to answer every time I call? Would it kill you to let it go to voicemail like once in a while? Not that I’d leave a message, but you know.

It’s not just the calls though. It’s everything: all the texting, the following me around the apartment, the coming into the bathroom when I’m in there. Babe, c’mon… we have to talk about that. It’s like having a puppy dog who’s always there and always looking at you waiting for you to do something. It’s like you’re in a trance or something. Wears me out. How about a little space? But the total give-away tell that you’re  making yourself just way too available is when you cancel plans with your girlfriends at the last minute to hang with me instead.  I mean of course you’d rather be with me, but can’t you see that I could totally exploit this and just toy with you? [/column][column]Like Thursday night – I know you were driving to what’sherface’s place, and I called and you made an en route re-rout to get some lovin’ instead. Hehe, too available, Babe.

And yeah, you’d say that that’s how you want to be for me so we can be closer or whatever. But look at this way: you dig me becasue I’ve got that alpha thing, right, the no compromise thing, yes yes? And the style of course. I go after whatever I want even when it’s not easy. The best in this life is hard to get; it’s supposed to be and everybody instinctively knows this. So then if you’re so available, I hate to say it, but it makes me feel like I can do better – and it’s sucking all the fun out of our affair because you’re just making it way too easy. Kind of getting bored actually.

Babe, you’re supercool and gorgeous, but with all this availability there’s no more mystery, no challenge like there was in the beginning.  I’m getting stale here, Babe. Where’s the love, Babe? I’m not a girl – I don’t need the comfort of security. I don’t even want it. Not when it follows me around and calls me ten times a day. Would it be so hard to make me work for it so I don’t take your hotness for granted and get lazy & complacent? I need to keep my skills sharp, so don’t deny me the fun of the chase, Babe. Show some love and make it tougher. I’ll definitely show my appreciation if you do.[/column][/col-sect]

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