Chattel

…..he would always love her, of that he was one hundred percent certain, yet he also knew that he could never implicitly trust the beguiling vixen.  She was a paradox extraordinaire, a binary contortionist.  Her charisma was exceeded only by her casual deviousness, a deviousness representing a fatal noose that strangled many an unwary male suitor before he came along.  Her magnetism was exceeded only by her lust for excitement, yet no principles or scruples were locked in place to effectively harness that lust and help keep it in check.  Her vivacious attractiveness was exceeded only by her desire to sample every new thing that sprang up in front of her, but no boundaries stood in place to squelch or temper this ungoverned desire of hers.  She was a real handful, all right, but a handful of WHAT is fair to pointedly ask.  Trouble.  Yes, lots and lots and LOTS of trouble for any man who found himself ensnared within her carefully woven web.  And so that’s the Faustian dilemma this pathetic male chump, not unlike countless men before him stretching all the way back to the savannahs of eastern Africa, faced: Blind love versus trust.  Her hypnotic charms held him captive and there was positively nothing he could do short of suicide to free himself from the mesmerizing dragnet she lay down.  But, amazingly, here’s the real mind-blowing kicker to this whole riddle I’ve laid out for you:  This otherwise uber-proud man who was being treated like a puppy dog on a short leash was utterly content with his current station in life and sincerely didn’t WANT to break free of the bedeviling woman’s Svengali charms; no, he really didn’t; he was that smitten with something euphemistically referred to as “love”. And all this despite the fact she meant everything to him and he meant absolutely nothing to her…..