29 June 2009
2:45 pm
Well it's been about a month, and in case you are wondering how the whole Bloke thing is going, here's the scoop. As of today, I'd say half fab, half ouch my stomach hurts.
The thing with Bloke is, I'm totally in love
with him. There, I said it. And while that is, admittedly exhilarating,
it is also pretty darn exhausting and scary. I always forget that by
opening myself up to the really high highs of love, I'm also opening
myself up to the gnarliest of low lows. Because, for some of us (and
I'm not naming names) love is more than just gumdrops and rainbows and
a litter of white puppies frolicking through a golden wheat field. For
some of us, love can also mean stalking your boyfriend (both online and
off), reviewing his text log, staring at the phone/clock/in box for
hour upon hour, obsessing (more than normal) on the art of hair removal, accruing debt while stockpiling an arsenal of shockingly expensive
lingerie, listening to inane love songs and "finally getting" them
(much to the torture of friends and family)... I could go on but I'll spare you.
Nothing
has gone even slightly south with Bloke and moi this round. But I will
say that I can feel the crazies lurking at the back of my brain.
So yeah, I'm having an awesome time and all—but I'm also super clear that love can make me act like a real a#@.
