Let's be honest, the first week of getting showered with compliments and attention is intoxicating. He's calling you his "dream girl," messaging you goodnight and good morning, and planning elaborate dates. It feels like a movie. But there’s a tiny voice in my head screaming "danger!" Because it’s usually too good to be true. It’s a facade that drops as soon as they feel like they've "got" you. I’m trying to appreciate the attention without getting addicted to the intensity. Slow and steady wins the race—but where’s the fun in that?