Sex, confessions and wine
\<!\[CDATA **Recommended listening: *Times Like These* Foo Fighters** I got a text this evening: Philipa was in town! \[Names changed to protect the innocent].
First, a bit of history, and a bit of coming clean. While I was in Tasmania, I fell head over heels for a woman there. Let’s call her Philipa. Stuff happened, as stuff does, and I had to leave. Many complicated reasons that I don’t really want to get in to here. At least not now. Suffice it to say that I had to leave, and it killed us both. This is The Princess Bride “I will never love again” stuff.
In the months that followed, she went back to her old boyfriend (let’s call him “Honeydew”), who has gone and bought himself a yacht (wanker!). Maybe she doesn’t realise that I’ve given her my heart, and she’s then gone and trampled all over it. Although, fair enough, I didn’t do very well in that department myself, due to reasons that have yet to be revealed here, gentle reader.
Over the past several months, I’ve written her a love letter. The very first one I’ve ever written, and the first actual letter I’ve written in I don’t know how many years. I finished it on Monday, and wanted to include a CD with it, and burned that yesterday. As I said, I got a text today, saying that she’s in town. Bizarre or what?
So I go out to meet her. She’s with a couple of friends, and the wine was flowing. The spark was still there. I was still attracted to her, and she to me. I gave her the letter & CD, wrapped in aluminium foil, and made her promise not to open it until she got back home tomorrow.
I don’t know what will happen next. I’ve just raised the stakes. I can see her opening it and reading it on the plane tomorrow. I don’t know what she’ll do.
I’m quite surprised that I’m being this blunt and open about this situation either. Reading over this entry again, it seems somewhat childish and petty and hopeful, and I think that’s what I am here: hopeful. I would do anything for her. She’s talking about going somewhere else in 6 months. I would drop everything I’ve got here (and in 5 months, I’ve got a lot) and go with her. No second thoughts.
It’s times like these you learn to live again
It’s times like these you give and give again
It’s times like these you learn to love again
It’s times like these time and time again
I’m so in love with her. Hopelessly, hopefully, totally over the moon.