I've often thought of my past, and the relationships that I've had. Just recently, I've been called a man-*****. "Why?", I asked myself... then it dawned on me. None of the relationships that I've been in have lasted more than a month, and EVERY single one was started with no advances on my part, but with a woman that was "taken" or "in a relationship" already.
My latest 'victim' currently wishes that she could be with me, but has a boyfriend in prison. I can't help that, I knew that, I resisted making any advances despite my co-workers (when I worked with her) trying to fix us up. I am a natural caregiver. I see someone in need, and I give them all I can to help. She was stressed about her boyfriend one night, and I offered to talk if she needed it. She came over and vented, we had some drinks (too few to matter imo), and she started talking about how work was also stressing her out and her back was killing her.
Helpful little me thought, "Well, I took classes in massage therapy. And although this might be construde as an advance, we're both adults and she knows I'm sitting her talking about her boyfriend completely understanding that they're happy but sad due to the situation." Yeah, I thought it out, because I didn't want something to happen that would (again) give me the reputation that I had held at my last few jobs.
I offered a massage, she agreed. She began talking about her stress at work again, and mentioned something to the point of, "why do you have to be so nice?". I asked what she meant, and the rest is history... or perhaps a little less.

How, I wonder though... could someone feel so strongly about someone that they would cheat on their boyfriend, and then leave "in the middle" ??? I was astounded as she began crying, grabbed her things, gave me a hug, and apologized for her actions.

Since then, we've talked... but not on the same level, it's always been work. I miss her, as we've been close since she started working there, and it was obvious to everyone that something was going to happen between us. The day after, everyone started treating me differently (her as well, which worried me most as I was used to it). Why, might I ask, does this kind of thing happen to me?