Two Week Wonders can be fun. Sort of like a House of Horrors is fun at Halloween. But the usual course of these encounters resembles something more akin to a natural disaster. The wind starts to blow a little harder, your heart begins to pump a little faster and the next thing you know pieces of your world are flying through the air like projected missiles. And the whole time, you’re wondering why you’re doing this.

Raging hormones.
Okay, it happens. The current dry spell puts the Sahara to shame and suddenly a likely partner appears. Or an unlikely partner appears and it’s been so long your initial reaction is something like: “Oh, the hell with it!”

There’s nothing intrinsically wrong with indulging yourself (remember to practice safe sex), just so long as you don’t talk yourself into thinking “This is The One.” This is not The One, this is just one who is serving a very particular purpose.

Fairy tales.
Prince Charming has arrived! No, really, this time it’s really happening. He’s got it all. And he wants all the same things you do. The only problem is, he lives on the other side of the country. But you want to be together, so you just do it. You sell all your furniture, go to the bon voyage parties your friends throw for you (even though they’re shaking their heads the whole time) and head off into the sunset to build a life with your one true love. Hey, you never know! This could work out.