Head underwater

Within a few days of initial contact, I realized I couldn't keep up... I was out of my element. Our first email exchanges were intoxicating, and I quickly realized I had stepped into quicksand. After a long weekend of "traveling", my alter was due home in a day or so, and would quickly find herself needing to create new excuses and lies. So I attempted to end the game, but only half-heartedly. And I was always honest about my feelings... My email below, names are changed to protect the guilty.

I was supposed to take a day or so to think about this, and i did. i discussed it with my closest friend, who knows me inside and out. My life is finely tuned, like a machine, everything in it's place ;-). i don't expect to manage things outside of my bubble, but All Things Sally are in my control. I usually eat men for breakfast, but with you i miscalculated, because you aren't one of these types. At first i thought it was just the internet, making me lose my game, or somehow

evening out the playing field..but you are a strong, dominant personality, and it comes through in all you say and do.

What are the odds i would find the rare man unintentionally hellbent on rocking my world, someone that challenges me when all i wanted was to rock his for a little while?

You drive me to distraction, its heady and intoxicating the way you push my buttons, but it's also unfamiliar territory, an out of control feeling, like everything is tilted... and no matter how hot it is, how good you are at it, how much you look like a greek god, at the end of the day i don't like feeling out of control, its like a flashing danger sign... Call it OCD, whatever, but i can't do it.

So i guess what i'm saying is this-- i want you too much, it isn't going to work, the ride is too intense, i need off the roller coaster.

sally