The dust is settling over the uri-gate scandal. Mainly because I’m doing my best to laugh it off and get on with my life. That and I’m kind of pre-occupied with trying to find the girl I met last night. I’ve discovered to my utter devastation that my Facebook profile was set to private with the details I provided. Now whether or not she’s actually quick enough to have added me in 5 hours since I saw her is a moot point. If she doesn’t, I’ll forever believe it’s because she couldn’t find me and gave up. FML…
My dad did recognise a very real problem (perhaps issue) I have when it comes to liking women. He always said I wore my heart on my sleeve, fell in love too easily and put girls on pedestals. He was very concerned that I was setting myself up to be hurt or let down, but never really understood the emotions as well as mum did, because unlike mum, he had never had his heart-broken. I used to think I had my heart-broken every time a relationship ended, curl up and cry on the floor, howl at the moon and drink myself stupid. In hindsight it was just a fake heartache. Except for the last one. That was real. Perhaps, dear readers, therein lies the rub.
The real excuse for going out again isn’t subtle, as I attempt to find a needle in a stack of needles. The problem being my memory is starting to get a little hazy and I can’t quite remember what she looked like. Just a vague idea put into a context. All I have is her eyes. The chances of finding her are impossible. Then again, you don’t find someone who doesn’t want to be found.
“Stop chasing students” was my sisters very sound advice.
Looking for you
The dust is settling over the uri-gate scandal. Mainly because I’m doing my best to laugh it off and get on with my life. That and I’m kind of pre-occupied with trying to find the girl I met last night. I’ve discovered to my utter devastation that my Facebook profile was set to private with the details I provided. Now whether or not she’s actually quick enough to have added me in 5 hours since I saw her is a moot point. If she doesn’t, I’ll forever believe it’s because she couldn’t find me and gave up. FML…
My dad did recognise a very real problem (perhaps issue) I have when it comes to liking women. He always said I wore my heart on my sleeve, fell in love too easily and put girls on pedestals. He was very concerned that I was setting myself up to be hurt or let down, but never really understood the emotions as well as mum did, because unlike mum, he had never had his heart-broken. I used to think I had my heart-broken every time a relationship ended, curl up and cry on the floor, howl at the moon and drink myself stupid. In hindsight it was just a fake heartache. Except for the last one. That was real. Perhaps, dear readers, therein lies the rub.
The real excuse for going out again isn’t subtle, as I attempt to find a needle in a stack of needles. The problem being my memory is starting to get a little hazy and I can’t quite remember what she looked like. Just a vague idea put into a context. All I have is her eyes. The chances of finding her are impossible. Then again, you don’t find someone who doesn’t want to be found.
“Stop chasing students” was my sisters very sound advice.
If only I could listen to it.