Attraction is a funny thing. It is a chemical thing, it is a thing which takes place in our minds and bodies and it is funny. We are attracted to people who do not match us, people who we don’t belong with, people we don’t know and possibly people we would not get along with.
Grayson was a water worker. He grew ivy all around his house and put roses in his toilet.
He gave me pizzas and snow globes, paper weights and candles and a big cake once a week.
We played scrabble and monopoly and did the crossword together. We had marmalade on toast and went to the movies every day.
I met Seth Modigliani in Amsterdam. He was tall and handsome, unassuming and modest.
He took me to meet his friends, and they were all nice.
He gave me a rose and told me he was looking for his mind.
I told him I lost mine years ago, and thanked him for the rose. And then we got married, and lived happily ever after 🙂
All stories are fictitious, and any resemblance to any one in real life is purely coincidental.
Sometimes our fantasies can get pretty real, and sometimes they can become a bit of a torment.
Sometimes they lead to heavy bouts of the blues or anti climax.
So one thing to do when you have driven yourself crazy or you’ve let yourself get driven crazy by someone else, is to listen to some music! (after you’ve had chocolate.)
I am feeling that way right now (how’d you guess?) and I had a strawberry jam flapjack before breakfast and a bowl of cake and ice cream before lunch. That’s just because I finished the chocolate yesterday. (This is all over a man I’ve never spoken to. I’m like Lucy from While you were Sleeping, except there’s no way I’m going to end up married to him or his brother (if he has a brother))
So anyway, I started realising what was happening, and I thought: I need to pull myself up out of this hole. And music soothes the savage beast, even if the beast’s boyfriend doesn’t know she (or he) exists.
The songs are listed in the order in which they came to me. They are all fairly appropriate, and work well as a collection, but the Buzzcocks one is the one which really rallies my spirits, because it’s very upbeat in the face of complete and total romantic hopelessness.
Song number one:
Crush by Jennifer Paige
It’s just a little crush
Not like I faint every time we touch
It’s just some little thing
Not like everything I do depends on you
Song number two:
It’s Oh So Quiet by Björk
The sky caves in
The devil cuts loose
You blow blow blow blow your fuse
When you’ve fallen in love
Song number three: Ever Fallen In Love by The Buzzcocks
Ever fallen in love with someone?
Ever fallen in love?
In love with someone
Ever fallen in love? (Love…)
In love with someone
You shouldn’t’ve fallen in love with
And here is another one which I like. I was inspired to add it here because I was going to end this post by saying “Hold on tight to your dreams” and then I realised that that is a song too! So here you are:
Hold on Tight by Electric Light Orchestra
Hold on tight to your dream
Hold on tight to your dream
When you see your ship go sailing
When you feel your heart is breaking
Hold tight to your dream.
It’s a long time to be gone
Time just rolls on and on
When you need a shoulder to cry on
When you get so sick of trying
Just hold tight to your dream
Jerome I met by chance – I was visiting a friend in her office, and Jerome was there.
He was startlingly charismatic and funny too. He had a beard which I’ve never dated a man who had a beard before. He was charming and I was beautiful and hilarious, and we were obviously perfectly matched from moment one.
Some people just make you smile and there is nothing more to it. When you find someone like that you should hold onto them for as long as you can.
We were together for about two years. I was not the best at talking to him, when you’re in love, your sentence maker takes a sick day.
Thank you very much for reading, and please remember that all stories are fictitious and any reference to anything in the real world is purely accidental.
Iksand was a sensitive soul. All I wanted to do was take care of him. I could be his lady, and take good care of him.
I wanted to take him in my arms and never let go. I would kiss him and hold him tight.
He was mine, all mine and I loved him with my whole heart.
I wanted to protect him from the harsh world and keep anyone from hurting him.
I liked the way he talked to me. He talked to me with no one else around. He told me secret special things. He told me he loved me.
I kissed him and he kissed me, we were to birds in a tree, kissing.
He had a sadness from having the joys of youth taken away too soon, too harshly. And all I wanted was to give them him back.
This story is, as always, based on real people, fictitious romances and fictitious kisses. I’ve fallen in love with nearly everyone I ever met, and I may as well get some stories out of it.
Hugh Thomas was a handsome man. He was a tall man, with a deep voice. He was dashing and polite, he was a perfect gentleman.
He really was something, you know? He was shy and sensitive, and he was the kind of guy who would hold the door open for you, and really listen if you talked.
He was wonderful. He was ever so wonderful, and I would have loved to have been his lady.
If only he hadn’t fallen in love with my sister.
Warning: major I Capture the Castle spoilers coming up after this picture.
It was “I Capture the Castle” all over again. Except I’m probably Thomas, not Cassandra, because at least somebody fell in love with Cassandra. Somebody falls in love with everybody in that book, except Thomas.
Stephen falls in love with Cassandra, Cassandra falls in love with Simon, Simon falls in love with Rose, Rose falls in love with Neil, Topaz is in love with Cassandra and Rose’s dad, Cassandra and Rose’s dad falls in love with Simon and Neil’s Mum, and that woman falls in love with Stephen. The only one who isn’t getting any romantic interest is Thomas, Cassandra’s brother.
And in the end, only Rose and Neil are happy. (romantically) So oh well. I’m not bitter, by the way, just astounded. That is one book which really actually tells it how it is, in romance. So many romantic films are so cliche, when in real life, almost everybody ends up without a boy/girlfriend. So there it is. A regular old love heptagon.
Although there really is not that much to be said for romance, in the end. Couples argue all the time. So you probably are better off alone, I say, just enjoying the fantasy of romance, cos in real life, it’s not that much fun.
If I was Cassandra, I’d have picked Stephen. If I was Andy, I’d have picked Duckie. If someone fell in love with me, I’d hold on with both hands.
Frank – what can I say about him?
Some people just exude a certain “I don’t know what”. (I can’t spell je ne sais quoi)
It was a romance of two years, and they were two years of … unspoken love. We would pass each other in the street, or in the corridor. We would sit together, but never alone.
We would look at each other across a crowded room, we would shout things, but never really say anything.