Thursday, 28 October 2010

hello lamppost

I met someone interesting a few weeks ago. I don't really know how I feel about this person except it's not like on rubbish dates where I find myself telling my face to look interested in whatever they're saying, cos I'm busy trying to be someone else. It's not like that at all. Beyond that I don't know.

I am being a complete woman about the whole thing by which I mean telling 50 people a day about the latest unexciting updates on the whole scenario. (I am in quite a tedious phase, I can't deny it. Like when someone says 'I'm thinking of moving house' or some such and I say 'oh that's interesting, this bloke I like lives in a house.')

I am also frantically scanning every text and email for every piece of evidence to show that this is great and totally going to work out or this is all rubbish and a total disaster, delete as applicable according to mood.

Do men do all this? I doubt it.

Sigh. We shall see...


Brian Keaney said...

Some men d. Me, for example. Not for a long time because I've been happily married for ages. But I still remember with acute clariy that feverish state in which nothing else seems really important. I hope it works out well for you.

easilydistractedwriter said...

Thanks Brian! I hope that men suffer at least some of the same anxieties as us over-analytical ladies... :)