Lovesickness
Wednesday, 22. October 2008, 12:24:56
My girlfriend and I are so much in love it is ridiculous.
Compared to my first love affair, way back in my late teens, this has none of the burning, uncontrollable passion or heat that stopped breath or made me feel faint...nevertheless, this odd difference in temperament has not stopped it from changing us into two completely different people than met in that bar six-and-a-half months ago: we have now adjusted so much that we have become...[Warning: nausea-inducing sentiment ahead!]...more than the sum of our two parts.
Discussing it last night - after our customary giggling and, ahem, 'play session' that we're sure had the neighbours upstairs jamming pillows over their ears - we compared and contrasted our state of being at the beginning of the relationship, those wild, exciting days of risk and discovery, with our current solid, happy, eternally frisky relationship. Despite our solitary natures we find ourselves spending more and more time with each other, and wanting to spend time with each other when we're apart. Our three contigous days in York was the first test of this which, we discovered, we passed with flying colours, not wanting to part from each other once during all that time.
Whatever calm rationality we possessed at the start has gone, leaving only the pink, fluffy, soft-focus desire to say horribly gooey things to each other while cuddling and kissing - often in public - as if our lives depended on it. We're sick, I tell you. Possibly terminal cases who should be quarantined for the sake of the wider populace.
For the moment we still maintain a healthy balance of time together and time apart; we both live at separate addresses and there is still a closely observed need for personal time. But we're planning things now. Trips abroad. Xmas & New Year. Heck, in York we were even talking about moving out of Aberdeen together. And I'm thinking of inviting her to come with me when I visit my parents this coming Friday....
It's only a matter of time until we meld into a candy-coloured composite being of two distinct bodies sharing one mind and one heart, and the Grant and Debbie you know are gone forever. Thank God neither of us cares anything for the institution of marriage or I'd hate to think where we'd be now! Please, if you have the cure for this terrifying affliction, or at least ways to mitigate the symptoms, contact me before it is too late!
Compared to my first love affair, way back in my late teens, this has none of the burning, uncontrollable passion or heat that stopped breath or made me feel faint...nevertheless, this odd difference in temperament has not stopped it from changing us into two completely different people than met in that bar six-and-a-half months ago: we have now adjusted so much that we have become...[Warning: nausea-inducing sentiment ahead!]...more than the sum of our two parts.
Discussing it last night - after our customary giggling and, ahem, 'play session' that we're sure had the neighbours upstairs jamming pillows over their ears - we compared and contrasted our state of being at the beginning of the relationship, those wild, exciting days of risk and discovery, with our current solid, happy, eternally frisky relationship. Despite our solitary natures we find ourselves spending more and more time with each other, and wanting to spend time with each other when we're apart. Our three contigous days in York was the first test of this which, we discovered, we passed with flying colours, not wanting to part from each other once during all that time.
Whatever calm rationality we possessed at the start has gone, leaving only the pink, fluffy, soft-focus desire to say horribly gooey things to each other while cuddling and kissing - often in public - as if our lives depended on it. We're sick, I tell you. Possibly terminal cases who should be quarantined for the sake of the wider populace.
For the moment we still maintain a healthy balance of time together and time apart; we both live at separate addresses and there is still a closely observed need for personal time. But we're planning things now. Trips abroad. Xmas & New Year. Heck, in York we were even talking about moving out of Aberdeen together. And I'm thinking of inviting her to come with me when I visit my parents this coming Friday....
It's only a matter of time until we meld into a candy-coloured composite being of two distinct bodies sharing one mind and one heart, and the Grant and Debbie you know are gone forever. Thank God neither of us cares anything for the institution of marriage or I'd hate to think where we'd be now! Please, if you have the cure for this terrifying affliction, or at least ways to mitigate the symptoms, contact me before it is too late!
WIDGETIZE
Odessa # 22. October 2008, 12:43
Vacancy # 23. October 2008, 00:07
GrantTLC # 23. October 2008, 08:05
Odessa # 23. October 2008, 09:08
Marriage shouldn't be feared - I've never understood why it is!
GrantTLC # 23. October 2008, 11:32
Odessa # 23. October 2008, 12:57
GrantTLC # 23. October 2008, 13:05
Miss Kimbers # 23. October 2008, 20:53
No no marriage isn't the cure Goldbug or we'd have to hear of all the marriage arrangements...choosing the suit...the flower girl's surprise conjunctivitis...the trouble and mess of finding a new flower girl... choosing the right food...unavailability of Grant's favourite cut of steak...the gravy being too thick and the inept chef...
Can't help you with a solution.
Odessa # 24. October 2008, 14:54
GrantTLC # 24. October 2008, 15:12
Odessa # 24. October 2008, 17:55
Odessa # 27. October 2008, 13:35
and incase they are reading this HELLO TO DAVID MORRISSEY....and JASON ISSACS!
Odessa # 28. October 2008, 16:02
Odessa # 28. October 2008, 16:03
Pariah # 30. October 2008, 06:02