where have I been all this time? Was it on a little white cloud, on the wings of love, forgetting all my everyday life practical questions?
Almost, I was up, down, and around.
My June love story lost steam and practically disappeared in July.
I managed to get myself a virus and I spent a lot of time sleeping and watching Disney and Dreamworks creations (from the Trolls to Baby Boss…)
Anyway, I realized a vacation is a must, and I landed on my home-town where I spent time with family and friends and I decided that all I needed is sleep, rest and relax.
It is only in August that I emerged and I started writing, again, the sequel of my first novel;
Well, to go back to love questions, do I feel sad?
Was I in love?
I was grateful to have this good looking, intelligent, successful, active, thoughtful guy, full of attentions. I saw fireworks!
But somehow, I stressed up.
Was it for real?
It was almost too good to be true.
This guy, a 40 year-old, was showering me with attentions for a whole month, and I think that I was responding positively but somewhat with less enthusiasm than his.
He seemed serious about his career coming out of a two year relationship and we had common friends. Not the kind of person who was frivolous and flirtatious here and there.
Was it my instinct of self-preservation or my self-sabotage side that wanted for things to go more slowly?
in any case, my perfect june man left for a two-week business trip and when he came back to London, he found me and my virus, and then he just… vanished!
Now that I am back in full health, I contemplate if a little virus can chase away a strong connexion or dissipate a buble that wasn’t love.
Because I am not interested in the fast food of love: the kind of place where you are served fast, and bad quality food.
I am for the three star Michelin restaurant, where food is prepared with the best ingredients and it takes its time to arrive in your plate.
This fast in love fast out of love person, was looking for appearances.
Good luck to each of us and as they say in fairy tales, “and they lived happily ever after”, in our separate ways, in this case!
P.S. A small “clin d’oeil for my friend Paul @ SocialMedia who asked me how things go!