The yes phase!

 Isn't it perfect? - you and I, having so much in common. You like me, I could tell. I like you too, don't want you to feel otherwise. But this mutual approval of each other is short lived, it's my 'Yes Phase' and you sir are enjoying the front row tickets right now.

For 3 weeks, I'd say yes to almost anything you ask of me, want coffee? yes! wanna sleep in my bed - you betcha! wanna use my comb? - consider it yours! You'd think I like you, sometimes you'd also reciprocate. I'd be optimistic about your existence, would try to fit you in my life and all future plans. And just when you'd be in perfect comfort of my company, it would happen.

Like a sudden wave, it'd hit your peace (and mine). I'd begin to resent you - because I realize I can't say yes all the time. I take notice of your whims and flaws. I would say no to your most basic requests, I'd distance myself from you and sometimes would be abruptly silent in your presence. 

Not liking me so much eh? And yet I'm surprised how some of my great friends survived this. I am glad they did.  Because after the 'yes phase' and the little visit to cuckoo land, you get to meet the real me - without my kiss ass traits, or the sudden cold vibes. I'd care for you, like family, even fight you like one. I'd be there in your sickness and health, in your celebrations and losses. I'd manipulate you into listening to some good music. Would seek you out for crying to some chick flicks together. Would add on to your kinky knowledge and well, some interesting facts. Would indulge you in before bed conversations about all kinds of crap. Would cross off things on your bucket list with you. Yeah, I'd be your friend - a great one! 

Just wait it out - eh, or else your loss, chicken!!