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Oh god Looby, you’ve got it bad. It’s like watching an exquisite form of torture unravel.
The history of humankind is a long, sad, tale of wanting and desiring what we cannot have… without that there literally would be no art and no decent pop songs, i’d say take that zen route and profess to Olivia Wendy Holmes that since you love her you’re setting her free, a bit zen but also a bit fucking Sting and since i believe i just quoted Gordon Sumner i’m going to go and punch myself in the face twice…
Ah that’s better, one piece of advice, not that you need it from a deviant fuck-up like me is this, i wouldn’t let her put her head in your lap, as much as you enjoy it it’s pure fucking torture for you, in fact i’d tell her all that flirty, touchy, huggy shit is done and you’re just mates and that… you’re a better man than me though looby, i’d have run my hand straight up her backside, got slapped and shown the door all while attempting to look pathetically innocent, that’s just me of course…
isabelle:
Yes, I have.
I’ve tried every distraction technique going, dating sites, chatting to women in pubs. I can’t get over the fact that Wendy is who I want. I want to make up, invent, a relationship with her using just our own resources. It doesn’t have to be controlling and all that constant criticism that men give women. I really don’t think that’s me. She said everything I need to know a few months ago in a few words: “Having a relationship with you would feel incestuous.” I’m too close now.
kono:
How I wish you and me could go out one night in Manchester, adequately stocked, and see what happens.
I know your advice is sound (and advice from deviant fuck-ups always outshines any counsellor or psychologist), but I am so desperate for the touch of Wendy (how I wish I could use her much lovelier real name), that I am too weak to relinquish the rare opportunities I get to stroke her. I want her to stroke and touch me, but she never does. Her language doesn’t need to be spoken to be clear. She’s not interested.
The rational response which you suggest is beyond me. I fancy her so much, that I lap up any slight offering of her.
We might need a film crew to document that event my friend, it’d be a laugh, i’l wear my Hacienda t-shirt so i can look like a typical American, lol!
and i understand your plight my friend, sometimes taking what we can get is better than getting nothing at all.
Did she respond to your last text? You really lay it all out there in the store window for all to see. What sublime torment. You got it bad and that ain’t good.
kono: no pictures, no pictures :)
Exile: Yes, she texted about midday the the following day asking me what I was up to. I said nothing much and asked what she was doing. She was at work writing risk assessments.
Strange how after all that an exchange can be so banal.
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