Cat and Mouse

So, friends... it has been a while. A little over a year to be exact and everything has changed.
I will be sure to play catch up but at this moment I have something to share. A new infatuation and possibly a new love. He's reckless, unpredictable, and so bad for me. We come from similar privileged backgrounds but my parents would never approve. Which is just as well because I've decided not to even think about children and marriage until after the age of 30. Ha! A far cry from the Tiff who just wanted to "get married or live comfortably with my rich boyfriend."

Though he is rich with a trust fund and full access to the family jet, much of that is irrelevant to me. There's a je ne sais quoi quality to him, we connect. He has a wild free spirit I can wholeheartedly relate to but I'm hesitant to get involved with him. I feel that "wild, reckless" phase of my life has long past. The phase during which I slept with strangers, partied all night and slept all day was fun but I'm not so much into that lifestyle now. This time in my life is about structure and developing the necessary skills to ensure my future success, such as discipline and punctuality. A part of me feels like he would only pull me back into unproductive habits that have taken years to overcome.

Jeffrey is 35 years of age, 6 feet tall and slight in stature. He is disarming (arrogant when inebriated) with a boyish smile, blond hair and hazel eyes. He has been bestowed with the tacky moniker of "Hugh Hefner junior," but... his attitude and presence is like a fucking magnet, I can't help being attracted. Is this wise? He has no idea I feel this way about him. I've gone out of my way to be that unattainable woman. Giving him shit everytime he leaves himself open and using my wit to taunt him. I've become such a challenge that I've unknowingly initiated an intense chase. It's cat and mouse, he wants what he wants. A man accustomed to everything falling into his lap always wants what is most unattainable. When we last spoke, he asked me "What are you looking for in a man?" To which I responded "What makes you think I'm looking?"

A truthful answer, which has provoked his curiosity, quickened his pace and leaves me in the involuntary position of the pursued... Shall I run or shall I succumb to him? If I'm to be his conquest perhaps he should be mine, wouldn't it be interesting if he fell in love with me along the way? After all, I can never turn down a good chase.