Okay...I admit it...Iím in love. Yes, this is the same guy who just a few issues ago was complaining about all the women of the world being in the wrong place (namely with assholes). But at that time I was still distraught over my now EX (who by the way broke up with me and in the process made a very tasty milkshake with my heart by placing it in a blender and pressing "Frappe").
And yes this is the same guy who last week was making lewd comments on the appropriateness of womenís undergarments and the relation of the price and size of said undergarment.
We all are allowed a sensitive side, and even those of us who walk the critical rim of life do possess such a side.
Itís weird, when you know you are in love but are afraid to admit it...its a kinda denial stage I guess. Iím not saying there should be a seven step program on how to deal with being and love, but its different everytime.
Take me for example, Iíve been in love twice before and each time its been totally different.
My first love took place when I was fourteen (most of you are saying, "thatís not love...itís puppy love"), well it lasted five years.
Five LONG years, but it lasted. We started too young and changed too much as we grew. The trials and tribulations of puberty, arenít they grand? I broke it off and now three years later sheís getting married (I wonder if Iíll get an invite?).
My second love was much different from the first, but no less important, it was six months after the FIVE YEAR "learning experience".
I met and started dating a much younger girl...how much younger you ask???
Letís just say it wasnít legal...but Iím no pedophile and well, frankly I donít feel the need to justify my actions to any one but myself... and her parents...and the D.A....and the judge....my parole officer, canít forget the parole officer...and the media...my followers...and all of my posse. (Sorry couldnít stay serious for too long!) Well, without giving an entire history I was in love, as was she but the whole age thing came into play and I was holding her back, a line many straight laced guys such as myself have heard far too many times, Iím sure.
Back to the subject at hand: IíM IN LOVE. Iíve just completed step two...now on to step three: tell her! Maybe Iíll just let her read this and she can put it together herself. Too easy. Weíve known each other for three or four years now, but have only been good friends for about two. Iíve always said that if there were no other significant others in our lives that weíd make a good couple. Of course I never said this to her!! But I think for the first time in the history of relationships two people who were meant for each other are together.
Allow me to explain: If this was a common experience then Iíd be single and sheíd be tied up in some dead end relationship with some loser. Then Iíd give up on waiting, start seeing some other person, out of sheer loneliness, and sheíd free herself of the earlier mentioned loser. This process would continue until we both get married to the wrong people and either die unhappy or become a divorce statistic. But thatís not going to happen...
...mind you I could be the above mentioned loser.