by Jane Kay

Created on: December 03, 2009   Last Updated: December 04, 2009

Some opposites repel instantly, and others attract. Whether opposites should attract is another story.

Different is good; opposite can be good or bad, but one thing is for sure - it's interesting and attractive. I find people who think and act differently from me to be quite intriguing. Add in a moderately handsome or at least manly face and relatively good manners, and you might even get yourself a date for Friday night.

But I'm not 21 anymore.

With this additional undisclosed number of years since the age of 21, I've gained a few gray hairs (though dyeing is not warranted quite yet, maybe in a month or two), and a few wrinkles (and to think I vowed off Botox only a few years ago). The only good thing I have gained since the wonderfully nave age of 21 is some element of wisdom.

Well, I think it's wisdom, anyway.

You see, I've spotted the trend. I have figured out the universal problem with relationships. I kid you not - in the majority of cases, I have found that the very qualities I found "intriguing" in the beginning are almost always part of the 'top five" things I find endless annoying about him later on. And - it's not just me! I talk to my friends and find myself reminding them, "Was it not you who claimed you loved the way he was so subdued? Now you hate that he doesn't want to party?" or to my guy friends, "Was it not you, my dearest friend, that said this is a girl you could marry because she could out-drink you on any given night - and now you're upset she doesn't cook?"

The irony just kills me.

I'll use one of my own relationships as an example.

I was crazy about someone initially for being someone so "responsible". I was a lot of things back then - many of them good, but "responsible" was not one of them. Not even close. This was back in my younger (read: wilder) days. While he only had three years on me, he seemed infinitely wiser and more mature, and I found myself rather awed in spite of the fact that this man, for the most part, was not my type. However, I had been going through a few months of a phase called, "When Will I Grow Up?" and the answer seemed to standing right before me.

He took this crazy girl who could party for three straight days without sleep, and made her go to the library on a Saturday night to study for an exam on Monday. Honestly, I had no plans to study/ To be completely frank - I was sort of planning on not attending school on Monday because, well, I had late-night plans on Sunday. But in his calm and distinguished manner,

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