What Happens When You Fall In Love With A Strong, Beautiful & Intelligent Woman
She’s Morpheus. You’re Neo. Which pill will you choose?

You think you might have hit the jackpot.
Then you realize you merely bought the lottery ticket; she doesn’t love you back yet.
In fact, she does, but you aren’t ready to hear it. She’s several steps ahead and has planned everything to make you think you are leading the dance.
She’s famous for her negotiation skills. She doesn’t need to use them with you; you do everything she wants. She says you need to stand up for your choices. She wants a partner, a co-leader, not a follower. She sees potential in you and wants to help you realize it.
She’s the mentor you never had, and she’s saving your life.
One night, the night, she comes clean and tells you everything. You realize you’ve been manipulated all along. She’s tired of pretending to be less bright than her partners. She needs an island where she doesn’t have to play games; an island where she can let go of the pressure. She asks if you want to live there with her. She asks if she can be her true self with you.
You’re scared, and you don’t understand the situation to the full extent, but you say yes.
It’s better and worse than you imagined. Your ego is crushed constantly, and her smile mends it every time. You finally understand these words from Alan Watts: “The biggest ego trip is getting rid of your ego, and of course, the joke of it all is that your ego does not exist.”
You start wondering what it is that you bring her.
She introduces you to her family. Of course, it’s the one you’ve always wanted. You fall in love with her little brother and older sister. Her parents are the epitome of the conscious partnership of your dreams.
She consistently kicks your ass at chess. You train for hours on lichess.org and take a chess coach, but she keeps on beating you with her eyes closed. At one point, you decide to play naked chess in the hope she gets distracted. Of course, you’re the one getting distracted.
It makes her laugh. Maybe she likes you for your weird ideas.
You learn from her friends that she was a Beth Harmon type of girl. But she declined the Queen’s Gambit and moved on to some more social ventures. She wanted to make the world a better place and loved astrophysics too much.
It’s always like that. You never learn her most unbelievable feats directly, always from friends, as a side comment.
The sex is wondrous; she’s a sapiosexual. She fucks your body and makes love with your brain. Sometimes both at the same time. She gives you the best blow job of your life. As in anything she does, she has done her research.
You’re unbelievably happy.
Seeing her smile when you propose is like looking directly at the sun; it leaves spots on your heart.
“Why do you love me?” She asks.
If you hadn’t prepared yourself, you wouldn’t know where to start. But, for once, you did. It’s the moment of your life.
She’s your mother and your sister. As strange as it sounds, she’s also your father and your brother. She makes you enter resonance states. You quote Carl Jung: “The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.” Would she like to be your husband and your wife, your life partner?
“What about you? Why do you love me?” You ask in return, frightened. You manage, barely, not to ask if she loves you.
She says she can be herself without constraints or restrictions. She says she doesn’t even have to think about limits. “We are a binary system, two stars orbiting one another,” she adds.
She says yes; it’s a fairy tale.
You’re a prince, she’s the princess, and you could live happily ever after.
But you cheat on her because of your self-destructing instincts.
Everything’s too perfect. Like a character from one of Dostoyevsky’s novels, you can’t stand it and can’t repress the urge to defile this perfection.
You know it doesn’t make any sense, but you go for it nonetheless. Of course, your affair doesn’t compare. No one can compare to the strongest, the most beautiful, and the most intelligent woman you ever met.
She saw it coming. She’s always several steps of you, remember? She doesn’t confront you and starts a discussion instead. She’s Morpheus. You’re Neo. Which pill will you choose?
She loves you and believes in you; you’re at a loss as to why. You make the leap of faith and take the red pill.
She forgives you and helps you forgive yourself.
You’re the luckiest man on the planet.
