So you would imagine that having sex would have been completely fulfilling -- the crowning achievement in the worship of my "god." And yet, there was often a lack of fulfillment afterwards. Why is it that sex, if it's so important to me, leaves me with an empty feeling? I then concluded: "I just need more [sex], that's all." (We often think this way about stuff we hope will fulfill us, then doesn't.
For example, we get the car we've always wanted, but then it's just "okay" after awhile. There wouldn't be any "emptiness." I've found that girls often don't fully understand what's going on when it comes to sex.
But there comes a time when holding onto a guy that you're lukewarm about is just plain selfish.
He deserves to be spending time with someone who can return his interest—and you should be giving the other ladies a chance!
Instead of realizing that a car can't really satisfy us, we usually make the error of thinking, "Well, I guess that wasn't the one will give me lasting fulfillment.") But the emptiness continued. That is, their perspective on the whole thing is very different from a guy's.