Busy
People of blogland, I’ve been:
- cooking (I can)
- sewing (yes, really.)
- sleeping
- chatting up strangers on the innernet.
I’ll let you know how I get on.
In the meantime, I’ll be trying to convince those complete strangers that what I’m looking for is the right company because in the right company, I have the potential to be fucking brilliant. So the responsibility is on them, you know?
The aim is to get a date before mid-April, do you think I can do it?
Back to tap-tap-tapping.
Afterthought : when I feel that I miss A, I remind myself that love is merely an addiction.
Michel Simon dans un musée du sexe ?
4 years ago
9 comments:
There`s no doubt you`ll get yourself a date Y.
'love is just an addiction'..
a damn powerful one though.
Wish there was a patch for it.. or maybe a gum..
Yes. I've always maintained that I'd be a stupendous person if someone pressed the right buttons. Shame my buttons sound like a car horn or a buzzer.
Jacqui - thank you. armed with this vote of confidence, I just need to take a deep breath and do it.
Iridescent- I have considered hypnosis..but a patch sounds like a good idea. Do you think there is funding available for research?
Greavsie- the saddest thing ever is unused potential.
Anne - I'm currently thinking that no-one ever will love us for us, you know. It's just impossible, since love is partly a projection of our own desires and fears and aspirations. It's like a business transaction, in a way. We aspire to so much more than we're naturally capable of.
Of course you'll get a date. Especially if you're doing the initial wooing in writing - hell, I'd go on a date with you, and I'm a man. It would be worth it just to meet the person who writes all this wonderful stuff. You can't fail to seduce someone with your sense of humour and delicate verbal touch.
The problem is what happens next, of course. It's so easy to build up ridiculous expectations on the basis of a few e-mails or an extended chat. I did that internet dating thing a couple of years ago, and probably met 15 or so people, and almost without exception they were keener to go further than I was. Mostly they ended up as one-off dates. A couple became friendships which lasted a year or so - until the other person found a serious partner, basically. But on each occasion I knew within two minutes of meeting the person that the spark wasn't there - even if our internet exchanges had promised much.
Incidentally, I had a blind date on Saturday - or at least, I think that's what it was. I can't write about it on my home blog, as she knows the address, so apologises for saying what I need to say about it here. For me, there are three key tests after a date, and though I had a really pleasant evening and liked my companion very much, this one failed them all :
1. It wasn't her I thought about as I went to sleep.
2. It wasn't her I thought about as I lay in bed the next morning.
3. 48 hours later, I haven't saved her name in my mobile phone, and when she called this evening, I didn't recognise the number.
I don't know if she was just not the right person, or whether I'm not ready yet. Either way, I hope you're ready and I wish you luck.
Go forth and date Y! Hell, if you don`t come across a worth suitor, i`ll go on a date with you! We can call it a practise run.
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I’m sure you'll find a date, theirs no way any girl in her right mind could refuse your literary charm.
You vile flatterers, you - oh, I like it.
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