I'M IN LOVE!

I haven't updated this blog since february 23rd. There's usually 3 reasons why bloggers won't update their blogs, they have too much work to do (not likely as we wouldn't be bloggers otherwise), they have been on holiday without access to the internet (also, very unlikely. Most bloggers will hike 42 kms to the nearest dorpie just to dial up on a 56k modem and wait 3 hours for their blog to download to write a post) OR they've fallen in love, are getting copious amounts of action and are way too distracted to be even remotely interested in writing about anything other than how much they're getting and how good the sex has been and let's be honest that can become a little boring for everyone else after a while.

I'm glad to report however that the latter has happened to me in the last 3 weeks and ironically began on the last day I posted an entry on this blog. It has nothing to do with the girl in my office but rather a friend of a friend I met on a weekend away. Now far be it from me to get all sentimental on your ass but ever since I was a wee teenager hyped up on hormones and romanticing love in all it's big hearts, red roses, and french kissing glory I used to truly believe that everyone on the planet had one other person out there for them and that if you managed to ever find that person you were not only incredibly lucky but would be incredibly fulfilled for the rest of your life.

As we grow up, we all know that these romantic views are horribly skewed by some of the awful experiences we have in love, by the breakups, the heartbreak, the infidelities, the bad sex and poor decisions we make. That we become so much more cynical about this thing called love and start to wonder if we'll ever meet that one individual we so strongly believed we'd fall for when love was all about writing letters in colourful pens to each other, stealing kisses in the dark and slow dancing to songs from the Bangles, Alphaville and Glen Medieros (I was child of the 80's, sorry...)

Anyway, my point is that I have never lost hope in that dream that one day I would meet my soul mate, that without even having to speak to each other we would know we were going to be together and 3 weeks ago it happened. I went away on this weekend, I knew as I arrived and saw her for the first time I was in the grip of something bigger than me. An external force manipulating me like a love-struck puppet and after an evening of stolen glances, coy smiles and eventually blatant staring into each others eyes, we kissed and I felt my soul's recognition of it's counterpoint in another (if you've watched Wedding Crashers, you'll know what I mean).

I know this might all sound incredibly cheesy and believe me I am the one of the most cynical people when it comes to big red love (I've been known to rassssp at the top of my voice at incredibly cheesy moments in films - whilst in the cinema and put my finger down my throat at any talk of things like valentine's day, one month anniversaries, stuffed animals and terms of endearment like pookie, pudding or petal)
Love I'm afraid has become just another rationalised emotion that only ever happens to me briefly like frustration or anger or hate - as in I love coca-cola in glass bottles or johannesburg thunderstorms or I'm frustrated by bad drivers or I hate any manifestation of confidence that is class derived. You get my drift.

But being IN LOVE - god i've forgotten how good that can feel. In fact I don't know if I've ever felt it or at least not like this. I'll stop harping on about it now. I just want to say that one of the things I love about blogging is the anonymity it provides you to say things like this. I want to shout it from the rooftops, write messages on billboards and light it up in the stars. I want to tell everyone I know in every way possible that I've finally found her. I wanna to do all those cheesy things cos I'm truly THAT happy but for now I'll settle for sending it out into the blogosphere for a world full of strangers to read...