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EPTIt's a story about how I fell head over heels in love, how in one lovely night it almost fell apart, how I almost saved it anyway and how I was subsequently deceived (or so it felt like), spent two months in depression and how a kinky girl from down under saved my ass only two days ago.
My life feels kind of like a TV-show.
For most, nay, all, of you, this will be of little significance, and yeah, it's long, but whatever.
In some posts I am replying to others. That's not important however.
The basic things you need to know is that I moved to Switzerland in 2009, where I had a traineeship in 2007, and joined a student exchange organization called IAESTE (through which I had said traineeship). If you ever have the chance to take an IAESTE traineeship, by the way, you should. A wee bit of advertising there.
On April 13 2010 TheBB wrote:
I'm in love, and it's fucking awesome. Kinda forgot about how damn SWEET life could be.
That is all.
I'm in love, and it's fucking awesome. Kinda forgot about how damn SWEET life could be.
That is all.
On April 14 2010 TheBB wrote:
I'm not going to give too many details, but here's the short version. We met in 2007 when I did an internship in Switzerland through an organization she's working for. I came back to Switzerland last fall and started working in the same organization, and then it came up in casual conversation during one of our weekend events (two weeks ago, where that picture was taken) that she had "recently" broken up with her boyfriend of 3-4 years. We had great fun that night, and since then we've had much more contact than we used to, and I haven't really been able to put her out of my mind.
So yeah, we're not together. Yet. Just kind of cherishing the feeling at the moment. The last time I was this blown away by a girl must have been 2001, and it's nice to know that I'm not yet doomed.
I'm not going to give too many details, but here's the short version. We met in 2007 when I did an internship in Switzerland through an organization she's working for. I came back to Switzerland last fall and started working in the same organization, and then it came up in casual conversation during one of our weekend events (two weeks ago, where that picture was taken) that she had "recently" broken up with her boyfriend of 3-4 years. We had great fun that night, and since then we've had much more contact than we used to, and I haven't really been able to put her out of my mind.
So yeah, we're not together. Yet. Just kind of cherishing the feeling at the moment. The last time I was this blown away by a girl must have been 2001, and it's nice to know that I'm not yet doomed.
On April 14 2010 TheBB wrote:
Look, I'm just kind of thrilled, and that's about it. That's the basis of this thread, and it's really, really simple. Sorry if you were expecting me to announce my date of marriage or something. I appreciate the concern you're all showing in that I shouldn't get ahead of myself, but I really don't think I am. This was more about something happening to me than us.
Look, I'm just kind of thrilled, and that's about it. That's the basis of this thread, and it's really, really simple. Sorry if you were expecting me to announce my date of marriage or something. I appreciate the concern you're all showing in that I shouldn't get ahead of myself, but I really don't think I am. This was more about something happening to me than us.
On May 3 2010 TheBB wrote:
So I guess it's high time for relationship threads, and I have an update for you guys. It's kinda long, because I made it detailed. Tl;dr at the end.
I went to the CEC last week. The CEC is a large convention of IAESTE members from central Europe, where stuff is discussed, but mostly alcohol is consumed. We were about 14 people from Switzerland, me and her included.
Normally I'd be so hyped for a trip like this, but not this time. I don't know how many of you have gone on group trips where you are in love with one of the other participants (and she doesn't know) - if you have you might know it's pretty exhausting. You're pretty much constantly aware of where she is, what she's doing, and with whom, and if you can't see her, you immediately start worrying. Not much different from normal, except it's like this all the time, no respite. So I wasn't very much looking forward to this trip, but then again, staying at home would've been out of the question.
So everything is fine until Saturday. That's the night of the international party. This is where all visiting countries display food and drinks from home, and we all go around and try various stuff out. Let me say before I continue that IAESTE international parties (there's usually one on every large gathering) are really, really wild, and if you ever get a chance to go to one, you need to take it.
Anyway, so there are copious amounts of free alcohol, I dance and have a great time, and Ms. Of-My-Dreams is nowhere to be seen, and I'm having too much fun to really give a damn (great feeling after four days of not at all giving a damn). When I go to the bathroom, she's sitting in the stairs, absolutely hammered, of the can't walk and barely talk kind. There's a common friend there too, looking after her, and when I come over, she basically throws herself at me.
So now I have a job to do. I leave them there while I go get some water. We all drink some of that while chit-chatting (me and our common friend, dreamgirl not really responsive), acting like it's all no big deal (which it isn't - there's enough alcohol around to get everyone wasted twice). So after a while, the common friend leaves. People come and go, some are helpful, some just say "hi" and others actually try to drag her back for more, but I'm on top of it. Eventually people just leave us alone, at which point she starts getting really intimate, and I really can't believe what's going on.
So now I decide that she's ready for bed, but she's left some stuff in the party room, and she also doesn't have her key (only one key per room). So I take her up to my room, put her to bed, while I carefully explain that I'll just be getting her stuff and finding her room key, and I'll be right back. Which I am. Now she's half asleep, and I'm wondering whether to just let her sleep there, or take her down to her own room. At this point we actually kiss, and I'm getting really excited. Since she's not really responding in any other way, I decide to just let her sleep there, and I go back down with her key.
When I come back up she's up from bed, leaning on the wall and clearly trying to make her way to the bathroom, so I help her get in there. And I wait. And wait. And wait some more. This takes a long time. My roommate comes back (another mutual friend), which is kinda awkward, because just about everyone in our group knows by know that we've been more than a little friendly this last hour or so. Eventually I knock on the bathroom door, looks inside, and sure, she's alive and actually talking.
After a little while more she comes out, and we hug, again quite intimately, and when I whisper to her that my roomie is back (on the other side of the wall), she just gets up and leaves without a word. She's still very drunk of course, so I can't just let her walk off, in her socks no less, so I go after her and catch up with her in the middle of the stairs, asking where she's going. To her own room apparently, which is pretty close, so I take her there, and thankfully her roomie is back now, so I won't have to go look for the third time. I let her in the bathroom, and sit down to wait. When she comes back out, we hug again, and then go our separate ways for sleep.
Woah, this story is long...
Anyway, so next morning of course, I can barely contain myself, but I still have no idea what she'll say, she was wasted after all, but she had been all over me for almost two hours straight last night, and had even said some nice things to me, so I'm thinking I might have made it.
So we meet at breakfast, go out in private to talk. She wants to know what happened. I tell her we kissed. She's really upset and sorry, I try to tell her not to be. By now there's really no going back, so I tell her how much I like her, and she replies that she likes me too, "but I thought we were friends."
So yeah, I guess that's it. After a minute or two of nothing much happening, she leaves me alone, I skip breakfast, go down to a lake to sit there for few hours.
See, now this is where the group travel thing really rears its ugly head, we're still part of the same group, and we have an 18 hour trip back to Zürich. Together. Initially we just avoid each other, but then she walks off on her own at a train station, and I man up and go after her. The conversation goes something like this:
Me: "You're all right?"
Her: "Yeah."
Me: "We're still friends, right?"
Her: "I hope so..."
Me: "Cus I'd hate for us to be awkward for two months, and I'd hate to lose a friend."
Her: "Yeah, me too."
-- walking back --
Me: "You still want porridge?" (I had promised her porridge... lol.)
Her: "Am I still invited?"
Me: "Of course! Don't be stupid."
So that fixes things on the surface, we can actually talk to each other and laugh a bit, which is great. But of course, on the inside I'm still broken, and the trip back is still pretty painful. Especially when we reach the night train from Vienna, and in spite of my best efforts to get away a bit, not only do I end up in the same room as her, but in the bed right next to her no less. Didn't get much sleep that night... but I never do in trains anyway.
Next morning, arrived in Zürich, and we all say goodbye. Yep, definitely still awkward. I decide to skip work. Now I'm home alone, and I feel the need to break something
. I don't have any plans for the next three days, so I guess I really should think of something to occupy me. I'll also try to talk to her again in a few days, on Wednesday maybe.
So yeah, this blows, but I guess that's just life sometimes. Sucks to go from awesomeness to cloud 9 to hell on Earth in the space of less than 12 hours though.
Thanks for reading.
Tl;dr: She got wasted, we kissed. Next morning: she made a mistake, no relationship.
So I guess it's high time for relationship threads, and I have an update for you guys. It's kinda long, because I made it detailed. Tl;dr at the end.
I went to the CEC last week. The CEC is a large convention of IAESTE members from central Europe, where stuff is discussed, but mostly alcohol is consumed. We were about 14 people from Switzerland, me and her included.
Normally I'd be so hyped for a trip like this, but not this time. I don't know how many of you have gone on group trips where you are in love with one of the other participants (and she doesn't know) - if you have you might know it's pretty exhausting. You're pretty much constantly aware of where she is, what she's doing, and with whom, and if you can't see her, you immediately start worrying. Not much different from normal, except it's like this all the time, no respite. So I wasn't very much looking forward to this trip, but then again, staying at home would've been out of the question.
So everything is fine until Saturday. That's the night of the international party. This is where all visiting countries display food and drinks from home, and we all go around and try various stuff out. Let me say before I continue that IAESTE international parties (there's usually one on every large gathering) are really, really wild, and if you ever get a chance to go to one, you need to take it.
Anyway, so there are copious amounts of free alcohol, I dance and have a great time, and Ms. Of-My-Dreams is nowhere to be seen, and I'm having too much fun to really give a damn (great feeling after four days of not at all giving a damn). When I go to the bathroom, she's sitting in the stairs, absolutely hammered, of the can't walk and barely talk kind. There's a common friend there too, looking after her, and when I come over, she basically throws herself at me.
So now I have a job to do. I leave them there while I go get some water. We all drink some of that while chit-chatting (me and our common friend, dreamgirl not really responsive), acting like it's all no big deal (which it isn't - there's enough alcohol around to get everyone wasted twice). So after a while, the common friend leaves. People come and go, some are helpful, some just say "hi" and others actually try to drag her back for more, but I'm on top of it. Eventually people just leave us alone, at which point she starts getting really intimate, and I really can't believe what's going on.
So now I decide that she's ready for bed, but she's left some stuff in the party room, and she also doesn't have her key (only one key per room). So I take her up to my room, put her to bed, while I carefully explain that I'll just be getting her stuff and finding her room key, and I'll be right back. Which I am. Now she's half asleep, and I'm wondering whether to just let her sleep there, or take her down to her own room. At this point we actually kiss, and I'm getting really excited. Since she's not really responding in any other way, I decide to just let her sleep there, and I go back down with her key.
When I come back up she's up from bed, leaning on the wall and clearly trying to make her way to the bathroom, so I help her get in there. And I wait. And wait. And wait some more. This takes a long time. My roommate comes back (another mutual friend), which is kinda awkward, because just about everyone in our group knows by know that we've been more than a little friendly this last hour or so. Eventually I knock on the bathroom door, looks inside, and sure, she's alive and actually talking.
After a little while more she comes out, and we hug, again quite intimately, and when I whisper to her that my roomie is back (on the other side of the wall), she just gets up and leaves without a word. She's still very drunk of course, so I can't just let her walk off, in her socks no less, so I go after her and catch up with her in the middle of the stairs, asking where she's going. To her own room apparently, which is pretty close, so I take her there, and thankfully her roomie is back now, so I won't have to go look for the third time. I let her in the bathroom, and sit down to wait. When she comes back out, we hug again, and then go our separate ways for sleep.
Woah, this story is long...
Anyway, so next morning of course, I can barely contain myself, but I still have no idea what she'll say, she was wasted after all, but she had been all over me for almost two hours straight last night, and had even said some nice things to me, so I'm thinking I might have made it.
So we meet at breakfast, go out in private to talk. She wants to know what happened. I tell her we kissed. She's really upset and sorry, I try to tell her not to be. By now there's really no going back, so I tell her how much I like her, and she replies that she likes me too, "but I thought we were friends."
So yeah, I guess that's it. After a minute or two of nothing much happening, she leaves me alone, I skip breakfast, go down to a lake to sit there for few hours.
See, now this is where the group travel thing really rears its ugly head, we're still part of the same group, and we have an 18 hour trip back to Zürich. Together. Initially we just avoid each other, but then she walks off on her own at a train station, and I man up and go after her. The conversation goes something like this:
Me: "You're all right?"
Her: "Yeah."
Me: "We're still friends, right?"
Her: "I hope so..."
Me: "Cus I'd hate for us to be awkward for two months, and I'd hate to lose a friend."
Her: "Yeah, me too."
-- walking back --
Me: "You still want porridge?" (I had promised her porridge... lol.)
Her: "Am I still invited?"
Me: "Of course! Don't be stupid."
So that fixes things on the surface, we can actually talk to each other and laugh a bit, which is great. But of course, on the inside I'm still broken, and the trip back is still pretty painful. Especially when we reach the night train from Vienna, and in spite of my best efforts to get away a bit, not only do I end up in the same room as her, but in the bed right next to her no less. Didn't get much sleep that night... but I never do in trains anyway.
Next morning, arrived in Zürich, and we all say goodbye. Yep, definitely still awkward. I decide to skip work. Now I'm home alone, and I feel the need to break something
. I don't have any plans for the next three days, so I guess I really should think of something to occupy me. I'll also try to talk to her again in a few days, on Wednesday maybe.So yeah, this blows, but I guess that's just life sometimes. Sucks to go from awesomeness to cloud 9 to hell on Earth in the space of less than 12 hours though.
Thanks for reading.
Tl;dr: She got wasted, we kissed. Next morning: she made a mistake, no relationship.
On May 5 2010 TheBB wrote:
Soap opera indeed. Sometimes I wonder if someone is scripting my life. I just went for a run, and bounced into her on the street, like out of the blue. She was on her way to my place to pop a card and a small present in the mailbox, apparently. So I walked with her home, talked and laughed a bunch. The card says some really nice things.
Yeah, life's good again.
Funny thing is, if I hadn't gone for that run, she might not have found my mailbox at all (name's not on it), and even if she had, I don't check it (because I haven't officially moved here yet).
*whistle*
Soap opera indeed. Sometimes I wonder if someone is scripting my life. I just went for a run, and bounced into her on the street, like out of the blue. She was on her way to my place to pop a card and a small present in the mailbox, apparently. So I walked with her home, talked and laughed a bunch. The card says some really nice things.
Yeah, life's good again.
Funny thing is, if I hadn't gone for that run, she might not have found my mailbox at all (name's not on it), and even if she had, I don't check it (because I haven't officially moved here yet).
*whistle*
On December 8 2010 TheBB wrote:
Hey guys. Some necrophilia here. Maybe I should make this my official "blog"-thread?
So since my last post, this has happened. My chosen one and me drifted apart somewhat throughout the summer. After the last update we spent about a month or so talking to each other a lot, until things kind of just... you know, died out a bit. I kept up living for those few times when we would meet, especially in private.
In October, there was another party. Me and her had the same shift at the bar, 1:00-2:30. I arrived quite early and was pretty excited, because I hadn't seen her in a while. She didn't arrive a minute before she had to, and she didn't stay a minute longer than needed either. We barely talked while she was there. Just before she left, though, she asked if I was up for having coffee the following Tuesday, which, of course, I was. So even though the night didn't live up to what could be, I was still pretty happy.
The next Tuesday, she never showed up. Two hours after the time, I sent her a text asking what's up. Her response was basically something like "Whops! I thought you had forgot." That left me extremely unhappy, of course. I walked around in the city that night wanting to break something. The next day I sent her an e-mail, and she replied saying how stressed out she was, and how she had a few ugly fights with her "better half".
WHAT.
To be blunt, I believe I had made my interest abundantly clear to her, and while I can't really blame her for not choosing me, I was genuinely surprised that she had found someone else and not told me. We were supposed to be pretty good friends, after all. Unfortunately, this was just a day before I left on a trip to Ireland, incidentally organized by her long-term ex, so I didn't have a chance to meet up with her and talk, and so I got to spend a week thinking about what to do. I spent a night in her ex's parent's house, sleeping in a bed where I can only assume she and her ex had sex at least once. That was weird, to say the least.
When I got back I met up with her and told her everything. She admitted that she probably should have told me sooner. I asked if we could still remain friends. She asked if I really thought that was a good idea, and frankly, I didn't know, but the idea of simply breaking all ties was heartbreaking. She agreed to try. Then I gave her a birthday present. That made her feel pretty bad I guess.
The next two Tuesdays she cancelled our coffee meeting due to work. The one after that, she just didn't show up. She did not return my birthday present gesture (my birthday was two weeks after hers). Once, I sent an e-mail to all of IAESTE asking for some information, to which she replied in a short, very businesslike fashion, with basically no indication that we knew each other at all, or that anything transpired. I found her lack of compassion very puzzling. It was quite out of character, and she knew very well that I was depressed and could use a friend. I had even asked her for it. So I replied with this:
Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking. And yourself?
With poorly disguised sarcasm. She didn't reply to that either.
About two weeks after that there was the IAESTE member's brunch, where all members from the whole country meet and... well, brunch together. She would be there, and this would be the first time we would meet since I had told her everything. We hadn't talked for a good while.
When I came into the room, she was standing in one corner talking to people, so I moved to the other. She seemed to have no intention of moving, so I sat down at a table where four people were seated, and the last three seats were filled up fairly fast, so I figured I was safe. When I got back from grabbing my food, to my intense shock, she was sitting next to me. I was... yeah... I don't know how to describe it. I spent two hours talking exclusively to the three people on my side of the table. Never to her, and I also never looked at her. It was excruciating, terrible, and totally fucked up. I don't want to do anything like that ever again. In the end I just left without saying goodbye to anyone.
That day I sent her another e-mail saying how this is stupid, we need to start acting like adults. A few exchanges occurred, but they quickly turned quite bitter and nothing really came out of it. I accused her for abandoning me when I needed her the most, and she accused me of trying to make her feel bad when she hadn't done anything wrong.
The next thing that happened was that she went to a ball with her boyfriend, took a picture where they look oh-so happy, hugging, smiling, all that, and trust me, she looks impossibly beautiful, posted it to Facebook, for all to see, including me, which promptly ruined my day. I spent several hours that morning just crying. I told her this, too, in an e-mail, and again, the correspondence quickly turned bitter. Then I made an effort in writing a fairly cheery reply. I just ignored trying to respond to the accusations from her last, I tried to be funny, and I tried to show that I actually just wanted to be friends. It worked, and we are now on all-right terms. Not meeting up though, at least not on this side of new-years. I don't know what will happen when we do.
In any case, there is more. I've had several people on whom I have been able to support myself during what has arguably been the most difficult time of my life. One of these is a female trainee who will remain nameless, and you will understand why soon. The remainder of this post is x-rated.
Me and her talked quite a bit and she turns out to be a very open-minded and trustful person, and the night before last we talked for about four hours about sex.
She's been through a fair amount, and in the beginning of her traineeship here she felt lonely, and joined a swinger's club website in her home country. I, too, have certain sexual leniencies or fetishes that many would consider strange, but which aren't actually. Exactly what these are aren't important to this post, although I wouldn't mind going into detail, I guess, but there are youngsters here after all.
What is important is that I have never really been able to talk to anyone about it, and here I am having this conversation, and we both really open up to each other, right. After four hours this one person knows more intimate details about me than even my ex-girlfriends do. It was incredibly liberating. She spent the whole time sitting nude in front of a webcam with 20 people watching her. (No, I was not one.) I will readily admit I got rather excited, and I wanted to bed this girl, but if it didn't happen, I really didn't care. How long since I felt like that? I have no idea. But after being unhappily in love for several months, it was a wonderful feeling of freedom.
She didn't really cure my lovesickness, but she came very close. I woke up the next morning (yesterday) with a really nice, elated feeling that I can't remember the last time I had.
Why the hell am I telling you all this? Beats me. Maybe I want to make up for ditching the Diplomacy game. (Sorry about that, but I was so unbelievably depressed.)
Hey guys. Some necrophilia here. Maybe I should make this my official "blog"-thread?
So since my last post, this has happened. My chosen one and me drifted apart somewhat throughout the summer. After the last update we spent about a month or so talking to each other a lot, until things kind of just... you know, died out a bit. I kept up living for those few times when we would meet, especially in private.
In October, there was another party. Me and her had the same shift at the bar, 1:00-2:30. I arrived quite early and was pretty excited, because I hadn't seen her in a while. She didn't arrive a minute before she had to, and she didn't stay a minute longer than needed either. We barely talked while she was there. Just before she left, though, she asked if I was up for having coffee the following Tuesday, which, of course, I was. So even though the night didn't live up to what could be, I was still pretty happy.
The next Tuesday, she never showed up. Two hours after the time, I sent her a text asking what's up. Her response was basically something like "Whops! I thought you had forgot." That left me extremely unhappy, of course. I walked around in the city that night wanting to break something. The next day I sent her an e-mail, and she replied saying how stressed out she was, and how she had a few ugly fights with her "better half".
WHAT.
To be blunt, I believe I had made my interest abundantly clear to her, and while I can't really blame her for not choosing me, I was genuinely surprised that she had found someone else and not told me. We were supposed to be pretty good friends, after all. Unfortunately, this was just a day before I left on a trip to Ireland, incidentally organized by her long-term ex, so I didn't have a chance to meet up with her and talk, and so I got to spend a week thinking about what to do. I spent a night in her ex's parent's house, sleeping in a bed where I can only assume she and her ex had sex at least once. That was weird, to say the least.
When I got back I met up with her and told her everything. She admitted that she probably should have told me sooner. I asked if we could still remain friends. She asked if I really thought that was a good idea, and frankly, I didn't know, but the idea of simply breaking all ties was heartbreaking. She agreed to try. Then I gave her a birthday present. That made her feel pretty bad I guess
.The next two Tuesdays she cancelled our coffee meeting due to work. The one after that, she just didn't show up. She did not return my birthday present gesture (my birthday was two weeks after hers). Once, I sent an e-mail to all of IAESTE asking for some information, to which she replied in a short, very businesslike fashion, with basically no indication that we knew each other at all, or that anything transpired. I found her lack of compassion very puzzling. It was quite out of character, and she knew very well that I was depressed and could use a friend. I had even asked her for it. So I replied with this:
Yeah, I'm fine, thanks for asking. And yourself?
With poorly disguised sarcasm. She didn't reply to that either.
About two weeks after that there was the IAESTE member's brunch, where all members from the whole country meet and... well, brunch together. She would be there, and this would be the first time we would meet since I had told her everything. We hadn't talked for a good while.
When I came into the room, she was standing in one corner talking to people, so I moved to the other. She seemed to have no intention of moving, so I sat down at a table where four people were seated, and the last three seats were filled up fairly fast, so I figured I was safe. When I got back from grabbing my food, to my intense shock, she was sitting next to me. I was... yeah... I don't know how to describe it. I spent two hours talking exclusively to the three people on my side of the table. Never to her, and I also never looked at her. It was excruciating, terrible, and totally fucked up. I don't want to do anything like that ever again. In the end I just left without saying goodbye to anyone.
That day I sent her another e-mail saying how this is stupid, we need to start acting like adults. A few exchanges occurred, but they quickly turned quite bitter and nothing really came out of it. I accused her for abandoning me when I needed her the most, and she accused me of trying to make her feel bad when she hadn't done anything wrong.
The next thing that happened was that she went to a ball with her boyfriend, took a picture where they look oh-so happy, hugging, smiling, all that, and trust me, she looks impossibly beautiful, posted it to Facebook, for all to see, including me, which promptly ruined my day. I spent several hours that morning just crying. I told her this, too, in an e-mail, and again, the correspondence quickly turned bitter. Then I made an effort in writing a fairly cheery reply. I just ignored trying to respond to the accusations from her last, I tried to be funny, and I tried to show that I actually just wanted to be friends. It worked, and we are now on all-right terms. Not meeting up though, at least not on this side of new-years. I don't know what will happen when we do.
In any case, there is more. I've had several people on whom I have been able to support myself during what has arguably been the most difficult time of my life. One of these is a female trainee who will remain nameless, and you will understand why soon. The remainder of this post is x-rated.
Me and her talked quite a bit and she turns out to be a very open-minded and trustful person, and the night before last we talked for about four hours about sex.
She's been through a fair amount, and in the beginning of her traineeship here she felt lonely, and joined a swinger's club website in her home country. I, too, have certain sexual leniencies or fetishes that many would consider strange, but which aren't actually. Exactly what these are aren't important to this post, although I wouldn't mind going into detail, I guess, but there are youngsters here after all
.What is important is that I have never really been able to talk to anyone about it, and here I am having this conversation, and we both really open up to each other, right. After four hours this one person knows more intimate details about me than even my ex-girlfriends do. It was incredibly liberating. She spent the whole time sitting nude in front of a webcam with 20 people watching her. (No, I was not one.) I will readily admit I got rather excited, and I wanted to bed this girl, but if it didn't happen, I really didn't care. How long since I felt like that? I have no idea. But after being unhappily in love for several months, it was a wonderful feeling of freedom.
She didn't really cure my lovesickness, but she came very close. I woke up the next morning (yesterday) with a really nice, elated feeling that I can't remember the last time I had.
Why the hell am I telling you all this? Beats me. Maybe I want to make up for ditching the Diplomacy game. (Sorry about that, but I was so unbelievably depressed.)
If you read all that, I will award you TheBB's badge of thankfulness.
