Auburn under Gus is like dating a woman who is alcoholic and bipolar.
One day everything is great and wonderful. You're the best guy ever, sex is fantastic, everybody's happy.
Next day she's crying because you left without putting the toilet seat down and she's into her second bottle of pity wine at 6 pm. After she's good and smashed, she crawls on you to attempt a sexual act but fumbles around, can't get it started, is sort of turning you off and ends up sliding into to sleep.
You never know which one you're going to get and there's no rhyme or reason for either.