Why I Lose Interest

This is my first official musing. The one I just got in the shower that inspired me to have this blog.

I am a fairly attractive guy. I am fairly outgoing and I usually appear to be confident in myself.
I used to be very insecure and had low self esteem. I feel I have mostly conquered this over the last 3 years, but hints of it still invade my thoughts and actions now.

A few weeks ago I met a girl who is very attractive. This girl, before last night, I would have listed as "way out of my league" to use a technical term. I still liked her a lot, but wasn't holding out much hope for anything to happen.
Then last night, she was at a bar that I frequent quite a bit. She called me to invite me just as I was walking in the door. This is insignificant except for the fact that "she called me" when she was "sober". I walked over, said hi, and sat down for awhile. I am no dummy, I've seen Swingers, and I have played "the game" for quite awhile, so in an effort to not appear too eager, I left the table for awhile to talk to some other people I know(had a good chat with my ex, but that's another story entirely). I even danced with a girl who is always there that I usually dance with.
A quick note on playing "the game": I don't know who wrote the rules, why we all must play by them, or why it usually works, but I hate to think of myself as a true "player". I only follow the rules to get by(though lately I sometimes feel like I am becoming a womanizer).
So I am spreading myself around the bar, not to make her jealous or anything, just so I don't appear too attracted to her, because according to the game, that is a turnoff.
Long story short, the evening proceeds, I play it cool, eventually I am dancing with this girl. The bar closes and we part ways with a semi-awkward kiss goodnigt. On my way home, she calls and tells me I should stop by her friend's apartment "to say hi" before I go home.

Ok.

I do so, and soon realize that I'm staying for longer than "hi". We watch a little TV, talk a bit, make out quite a bit, and then she falls asleep on the couch with me.

I am coming to my point. At some point, while making out with this girl(who I am incredibly attracted to), I notice something. I am ALREADY losing interest. How could this be? I have often pondered on this point, and have come to a few conclusions, in no particular order, save for the last one, which just came to me in the shower an hour ago, and I believe is the most profound.
1. Guys and gals both enjoy the "thrill of the hunt". It's all fun and exciting if you don't know whether he/she likes you or not, assuming you both enjoy the ridiculous cat and mouse of "the game".(Probably true in many cases, but I honestly don't know if the ladies do this at all. Any input is welcome.)
2. I am admittedly terrified by relationships and commitment. This could just be my initial instinct which tells me, "This could work out. RUUN!!!!!!"
(I am a strong believer in this one. It's true and........well......it's true. Period)
3. Here's the new one. Before I found out that she liked me, she seemed unattainable. The moment I was shown otherwise, I thought to myself on a deep sub-conscious insecure level, "I am not that attractive/cool/good enough. If this chick is going for a guy like me, there MUST be something wrong with her. Time to move on." As if liking me is already a strike against you.
It reminds me of the Groucho Marx quote, "I would never join a club that would have me as a member." I am not the first one to use this quote in respect to romance, Woody Allen used it in Annie Hall way before me.
(This, being a new one, I'm not sure of at all.)
Feel free to comment at your leisure. Any and all input is welcome.

And just for the record, I am going to continue to see this girl, I am only wondering why I think the way I do.

Mission Statement

When I was in college, my father would occasionally send me long emails entitled "Geezer Musings", usually consisting of at least 2 pages of his compiled thoughts and discoveries about the world. I used to think that he was writing them and sending them to his sons as a source of wisdom to help guide us. I now believe he did it more for himself, as a means of merely getting his thoughts down on record somewhere. He only sent it out because as an added bonus, he might inspire wisdom in at least one of his children.
I write this for the exact same purpose. Every now and then(usually in the shower or sometimes at work) I find myself deep in thought and then I am hit with a bolt of wisdom shaped lightning, sometimes very profound, sometimes so simple I drop my loofah sponge and wonder how it took so long to figure out. I tell myself I will remember it, but it's usually gone in a day or two.
I have avoided the "online diary" fad for so long because: 1) I never kept a diary ever in my life, so why start now? 2) I never much thought that anybody would think anything of my occasional epiphanies, nor much care to read them, and 3) the internet already has an overabundance of whiny, complaining bloggers who want sympathy or think they know everything.
I write this mostly for myself. If people want to comment, praise, or criticize, they are welcome to do so. If you find wisdom in my ramblings, let me know. If you think I'm way off the mark, let me know. If you think I'm a whiny, complaining blogger who wants sympathy and think I know everything, insult my mother if it makes you happy.

I give you "Geezer Musings Jr."