Hello, you lovely-sounding people.
In and out lurker here, sticking my head out of my tent of wretchedness..
I love the dating rules. They're so brilliant, valuable, sensible. Whoever came up with them: thank you for being my rock of good sense which stands strong against the rabid tides of possibility and disappointment.
BUT: I've only gone and completely flouted them. What am I doing?
So there's a guy, let's call him Mr Intense. We've been e-mailing and texting for three weeks, have also spoken on the phone a couple of times. The tone of these messages has been ridiculously romantic. He built up very quickly into a flurry of effusive and stunningly-expressed declarations of interest. I've done my best to be more restrained in my enthusiasm but can't help but bask in the beauty of his words, so have kind of been egging him on, in my subtle (ish) way. I am utterly besotted, and feeling completely disbelieving all at the same time. I'm a wise 40 year-old, ffs, how can I feel this strongly about someone I've never even met? IT'S ALL BULLSHIT UNTIL IT ACTUALLY HAPPENS right?
We were due to meet up last weekend. He got ill and cancelled. I've been online dating before and have had my fair share of cancellers. I was very honest in my response, basically along the lines of: oh, this isn't happening then, I'm gutted, oh well. And he became even more passionate and effusive: I'm not a player, why would this be a ruse, I'm just as gutted as you, I'm truly truly ill etc etc. We have tentatively arranged to meet in the week.
I think I'm just here because this is the first evening I've had to reflect and I'm all WTF with myself and just wanted to share. I think I'm probably being played like a fiddle, but almost feel like I don't mind when it makes me feel like a bloomin Stradivarius (sp?) But I am more vulnerable than I'm letting on, I think. Much as I deny it on a conscious level I'm pretty sure I've become emotionally engaged, and am due for a massive, agonising withdrawal. Is a guy like this ever for real?
And what scares me is: have I become hooked on this ridiculous level of intensity? The romance (you would not believe the beauty of this guy's verbal seduction skills), the seeing of myself through that lens, the pining and the longing. How will reality ever shape up? Have I just set myself up to be chasing an impossibility for ever more?
I am a fool. Please tell me off.
(I am also a bit drunken-dramatic. Feel free to ignore me)