Time bomb love.
I don’t know how you can look at me now?
It’s been 10 days since my last confession. Erm, blog…
I feel a bit like this kitty here. Ashamed, unable to determine whether you’ll be able to look at me, scared for our future together.
But in addition to all of these things, I guess I can’t figure out why I’ve been coming up empty in the old ‘relationship whine tank’, or maybe I’m just feeling pretty content. People around me are settling down, we’ve thrown out the rubbish ‘in a shit-friend’ kind of regard and life just seems kind of well… peachy.
I do have one wee gripe (you know there’s always going to be one, right?), and it’s with timing – and things happening to you at the worst possible time, ever.
I have two very good girlfriends, each who are going away very soon – who have both found a guy – scratch that, a great guy in which to froth over. Things have gone full speed ahead, with no real signs of slowing down.
These respective trips have been planned for a long time. The girls have had their hearts set on saying bon voyage to this place for a while now, but all of that is kind of seeming a little less appealing when it means leaving the new boy behind, go figure.
Tell me, how can girls go months, even years without finding a guy worth their weight in Jean Paul Gaultier, and then all of sudden – almost as soon as the flights are booked – fall right into the lap of a tall, dark and often handsome fella who pretty much gets his broom on – and sweeps her off her feet.
Fuck. Talk about bad timing.
So, I ask you – what’s a girl to do? I for one certainly wouldn’t change up my trip for the sake of a fella. That may be a little on the cynical side, but I know that if I stayed, I’d end up resenting him – and it just wouldn’t be fair.
But then, are we supposed to give up on the chance of something positively amazeballs happening? And end up the sorry loser with a camera full of memories and not much else when we return?
It’s what you’d call a stickler my friends, and it’s one that I definitely don’t want landing in my lap.
What do you think? Follow your heart? Or follow the passenger call?
What would you do?
Have you ever had to choose between love and your life before?