I hope Makeqfit doesn't think I'm being patronising, but I love this
. I used to do this regularly, fall for someone, hard, and be utterly consumed with anticipation for the moment I'd see them again.
Possibly unlike Makeqfit I'm guessing, I was never any good at conveying how I felt for women though, and anyway (people of a squeamish nature might want to turn away from their monitors at this point) as I later found out with my tiny shrink in Kentish Town, as the child of a single father and absent mother I was always going to have 'issues' about wanting but not being able to have women -- them unattainable, me undeserving, yadda yadda yadda. Embarrassed shuffling of 'reserved' Brit feet. Thinks: "This bcdc guy's frickin' bonkers"
I hasten to add in my own defence that there's nothing Oedipal [sp?] going on here, okay; and I did have girlfriends over the years and generally functioned normally. Apart from... ahem.
So anyway I err... what was I saying? Ah yes, so anyway I learned to live with these regular bouts of madness by thinking, what the hey, you're not going to *do* anything about how you feel for her, loser, so just enjoy the ride. Just love being in love. Which was a nice change from being hurt when it naturally became obvious that nothing was ever going to happen between me and the completely oblivious "32r beta, 17 September, pm, brunette, Scottish? (Fulham)", for example. And Lord, when I say hurt I mean shattered; trashed; utterly devastated.
And then, fuck a duck, wouldn't ya know it, the woman I fell for the hardest, ever, the 'one that got away', Wotserface, re-appears, and now we're an item (if on opposite sides of the planet as I type). The one that got away -- "It was THIS big"
Oy yoy yoy.
So the moral of this puddle of piffle is, I think: love with all of your might at every opportunity you get -- it was never meant to be held back, stifled or denied. Get it out there! And that means you too Makeqfit
-- although you obviously don't need anyone to tell you that, I see. Same goes
for lots of other people writing about love
these lovely spring days
Jeez, it may still all go tits-up with me and Wotserface, but if I may state the bleedin' obvious (it's my blog, my rules), you can never ever regret being in love, nor loving being in love.