My curiosity is like a fishing hook. Fishing, now there's a word for the ages. I find women who arouse my curiosity over anything else are the ones I feel emotionally smitten over. As if, by some weird paranoia, I'll never meet anyone quite like her. The more I resist the more this hook tears into me. Sometimes it's a "I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE" pain...and other times, it's a "OH IT HURTS SO GOOD!" kind of hurt.
What happens when I'm not longer curious about them? It hasn't happened yet. Nothing helps, except time. And even then, time is a double edged sword. A thief even. A double edged thief sword!