So the way I figure it I'm turning out to be some sort of neurotic love relativist. I've determined that no existing model of a man/woman reproductive relationship matches the one that I've built in my head because the one in my head is the only such model in existence. Entertaining the notion that other models presented to me by friends, family, and art may be just as real as my own is often tiresome as well as boring but through this study I eventually find myself approaching what can only be described as a Buddhist sense of detachment. Ultimately I do not want to practice manipulation in any of my human relationships be it through guilt, deception, or outright terror tactics. I want people to be infatuated with me of their own accord, on account of the entertaining, empathic person that I am.