Taboo attraction hits you like a freight train the second you lock eyes with someone you have zero business wanting.
I sit here at 3:27 a.m., cold queso crust on my chin, fan still rattling like it pays rent, and I can’t stop replaying that stupid H‑E‑B moment. He held the door for me, flashed that slow smile, and my brain short-circuited. I grabbed two cartons of oat milk I don’t even drink just to circle back past his cart like a total creep.
Why Taboo Attraction Feels Like Crack
Your brain literally lights up brighter when something screams “off-limits.” Psychologists call this reactance theory — the second someone slaps a “do not touch” sign on a person, my dumb lizard brain grabs it with both hands. Here, science explains my dumbass behavior better than I ever could: https://www.psychologytoday.com/us/blog/attraction-and-relationships/202109/why-forbidden-fruit-is-the-most-tempting
The Married Guy Who Ruined Oat Milk For Me
He says “yes ma’am” in this low Texas drawl and I swear my knees forget their job. Last month at the barbecue he handed me a Shiner, fingers brushed mine for half a second, and I spent the next three weeks writing texts I never sent. One draft literally started “this is the worst idea I’ve ever had but—” before I hurled my phone into a laundry basket and screamed into a pillow.
That Time I Almost Sent The Nuclear Text
Two shots of tequila in, I decided destiny wanted me to type “I still think about that night at the lake” (newsflash: no lake night ever happened). Morning-me found the draft and deleted it so fast I pulled a muscle. Alcohol + taboo attraction = the devil’s mixtape. Someone else already wrote about this chaos so I don’t have to: https://www.thecut.com/article/drunk-texts-regrets.html
signs you’re currently drowning in taboo attraction too:
- you refresh their Spotify activity like it’s the stock market
- you rehearse fake conversations in the shower and give yourself butterflies
- mutual friends say “he asked about you” and you die on the spot
- your notes app has a folder labeled “tax info” that’s 100% spicy scenarios
My Garbage Attempts At Fixing Myself
I blocked him for exactly eleven hours, unblocked him, made a burner account, deleted the burner, stress-bought $60 worth of Torchy’s queso, and finally found one article that didn’t make me want to yeet myself into the sun: https://greatergood.berkeley.edu/article/item/how_to_let_go_of_a_crush
Still a mess, but at least now I own it.
Look, taboo attraction doesn’t make you a monster — it just makes you human with terrible taste and amazing imagination. Spill your worst “I wanted the absolute wrong person” story below. I need solidarity and also someone to tell me Canada’s nice this time of year. I’ll be here eating cold queso straight from the container waiting for your chaos.
