As for the Wendy question you take what she gives, that’s all you can ask and you can’t ask for more, yes it’s a very Zen approach i take but it helps lessen the pain of want and longing (maybe) though isn’t the conundrum of life the pain of want and longing? what does this stoner really know about things… acceptance of a situation isn’t weak or cowardly it’s an understanding that in an existence constantly in flux things will turn, but not always the way we want… shit, i might need to put the bong down for a day or two…

My parents took the unspoken stance “She’s the one who left, it’s her job to come and see us” and two decades later we still haven’t broken that pattern. It is a source of ongoing resentment and frustration as J bombs down the A14 after another 50 hour week at the hospital.

Sorry Exile I’ve had a few at this point in the evening (11pm here) and I don’t really understand your first paragraph. The other two girls in the photo are her friends. The picture was taken at a party she was at last weekend.

And yes, Wendy does like me liking her. But she’s used to being liked. It’s not special to her, being liked, she’s had it all her life. Wendy neither fancies me nor has an affection towards me strong enough to overlook the lack of physical attraction. Nothing I can do will make her change the way she feels towards me – not changing how I look, how I dress, how I act, what I say, how I behave. Nothing will work.

In my previous comment, I didn’t mean to imply that Wendy was unkind. I don’t think that’s the case at all. But there is a perfectly normal, perfectly understandable pleasure for her in your longing. That’s who I really want a photo of. W.