Liner Notes from The Land of Love

My recent misadventures in the land of love have taught me a thing or two. One, if you have even the smallest of misgivings early on, beware. These little things are breeders and amplifiers. It’s better to be obsessed and crazy than to have a Volvo driving heart. Two, if that person’s name slips over your tongue like a warm cognac, things are looking good. Three, that the process we know as falling in love with someone has a great deal to do with falling in love with one’s self, the thing the other person is buying into. Perhaps, of course, that’s just me convincing myself. Four, the sex shall be described in glowing terms of at least paragraph length with an amateurish overuse of the adjectives. Oh yes.

So, with the long-term ex girlfriend now a thing of the past, even on Facebook, it seems time to cast the glance around again, recent misadventures notwithstanding. Perhaps the little trip left me nostaligic for the good old days, somewhere between StudentGirl and ForeignAffairGirl. Those were the salad days, friends. The heart was an active participant, things were rosy in the creativity department and other than the invariable heart rendings, it was intense.

In the meantime, attempts to continue the reality show/carnivorous couch story are failing on a daily basis. Something about the clash between reality and the ridiculous is not meshing.