He talked to me!!

For Anyone who has been following this blog... I TALKED TO A.M.
I MET HIM AND TALKED TO HIM!!!!!

And he's ok. Just the same as before... like the old times when we used to talk. Yeah, like that. He was not angry. He was not indifferent. He was just himself. And I am SO RELIEVED I could cry.
Which incidentally I did (out of happiness).

So even though 'we' aren't happening - that's ok. The world has fallen back into orbit now. You know what it feels like - 'God's in His Heaven and all's right with the world'.

Sigh. Peace is with me. Thank you.

Which part of it is difficult?

You know, at my age, one really wants to get married. Wants a home, a family (even if it's only one other person) and arms to walk into.

But. Oh... and that's a big but.

But WHY must it be so difficult?

Let me give you the background. I just went through that torturous process called a 'meeting'. Oh, you know. The guy, the mother, the sister, the me. Phew. It's like being in the hot seat. Only much much worse. And this was a unique meeting. The guy wasn't even THERE!!

I haven't reached the nice part yet. So this is a guy I've never seen (except 2 photographs - that could've been morphed from Micheal Jackson, for all I know), his mom, his sister, her husband and their kid. And they come to 'see' me. So they 'see' me. Hardly talk. General awkwardness going on.

Usually in situations like that, I take control and lead the conversation. But oh no... tsk tsk... girls are supposed to be seen and not heard.
So I thought 'Why in all goodness name, should I put myself out there?'. I kept quiet too. (Must drink my Sprite slowly or I wont have anything to do with my hands... why can't that kid drink his coffee himself?? ... Oh... let me die!! ..... Don't they want to know anything about me? I could be a psychopath for all they know... he he he... groan... )

Finally, they left. AND... oh... this is the best part.
They think the marriage is fixed!! We just need to fix the date etc. etc. ... He's coming in December right? (from wherever he was deported to.)

He-LLOW? Erm... possibly you forget that I'm part of this?
That maybe, just maybe, I'd like to have a say in the matter.
And probably, you know, cos it's done by some people.... I could MEET THE GUY!!!

Sheesh. Why do I get myself into such situations?

And all through, I'm thinking, I will kill you, A.M, you couldnt decently have said yes to me.

So that's the part that's difficult. What ever happened to falling in love, whirlwind romances, Pretty Woman and Notting Hill?

SIGH. Still looking for those arms to walk into.