The Law of Diminishing Returns
The Law of Diminishing Returns
The law of diminishing returns is an archetypal economic theory that pronounces that as more investment is made, the overall return on that investment declines at an increasing rate.
In relationship terms: The thrills and butterflies you get from a certain person decreases the more that you’re in contact with them.
In Anjelika terms: Each time I see the B.A.T.H. (Boy Across The Hall) he’s less cute than the time I’ve seen him before. The first time I saw him, holy he was hot stuff, but now when I look at him I think, ‘How did I ever think he was cute?’
There is some part of him that at its very core is endearing and cute, but it never matches the first time that I saw him. It’s like when you kiss someone for the very first time. That’s the best kiss ever. No kiss ever measures up to the first kiss. No kiss ever holds the importance, memory, or passion of that first lip lock. Sure, they’ll be plenty of plenty of kisses in-between, but as the law of diminishing returns state, the high that you feel from the first kiss will decrease with each succeeding kiss.
Over the past two months I’ve had more contact with the B.A.T.H. True, from an appearance standpoint he’s not at hot as when I first saw him. What I’ve found, however, is that the more I get to know him, the more I realize I quite like him.
What I know about the B.A.T.H. :
I know it’s bad business to shag your neighbor (especially if you own) but he’s definitely one guy I’d like to get to know, much, much better.
The law of diminishing returns is an archetypal economic theory that pronounces that as more investment is made, the overall return on that investment declines at an increasing rate.
In relationship terms: The thrills and butterflies you get from a certain person decreases the more that you’re in contact with them.
In Anjelika terms: Each time I see the B.A.T.H. (Boy Across The Hall) he’s less cute than the time I’ve seen him before. The first time I saw him, holy he was hot stuff, but now when I look at him I think, ‘How did I ever think he was cute?’
There is some part of him that at its very core is endearing and cute, but it never matches the first time that I saw him. It’s like when you kiss someone for the very first time. That’s the best kiss ever. No kiss ever measures up to the first kiss. No kiss ever holds the importance, memory, or passion of that first lip lock. Sure, they’ll be plenty of plenty of kisses in-between, but as the law of diminishing returns state, the high that you feel from the first kiss will decrease with each succeeding kiss.
Over the past two months I’ve had more contact with the B.A.T.H. True, from an appearance standpoint he’s not at hot as when I first saw him. What I’ve found, however, is that the more I get to know him, the more I realize I quite like him.
What I know about the B.A.T.H. :
- He’s 6’2”
- He might have a girlfriend.
- He works for a charity.
- He has a brother who sometimes stays overnight.
- He leaves for work at 9:15 AM.
- He smokes, but not inside his apartment.
- He knows my name, but I don’t know his.
I know it’s bad business to shag your neighbor (especially if you own) but he’s definitely one guy I’d like to get to know, much, much better.
Labels: economic theory, kissing, neighbours, The B.A.T.H., theories


