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05 May 2011
Is it possible that the frisson of excitement that started building could turn into sustainable love? Are you in love or in fatuation? He ticks all the boxes, intellectual, shared values, principles and tells a fascinating story. He hints and teases and she picks it up and tantalizes, measuring each word, weighing each paragraph and they search the sentences looking for meaning.
She dresses for him and sends the message – I am looking absolutely fabulous, but showing too much boob, wish you could see me now – he responds that he would like to do more than see her boobs and the pleasurable longing is charged with sexual tension.
He woos her with poetry and excites her with stories of his exploits; with feather light nuances and whispers suggestive of a passionate future she arouses him to reveal feelings that cannot be real, remotely, can they?
What if when he meets her he finds her as sexually appealing as his whiskered great aunt? Could she stand the disappointment and would her heart truly break at the loss of this last chance of a great love. She sends him caveats, warnings, if it is not to be let it stop now, before the failure of unrequited, unrealized passion drains the colour out of life and shatters her confidence once again.
He notes the caveats; he finds her shortcomings utterly charming. They discover star sign suitability and his Aquarian fans her Sagittarian flame to a roaring blaze.
When will they meet? Can they bear to be apart for much longer, but then panic takes over. Not yet, I am not ready to meet you yet. Let us keep this fragile and precious thing intact for a little longer. Will it be weeks or will it be months? A perceived cooling has her retreat into her insecurities; he reassures her that his silence is nothing more than a foray into wild territory with limited communication. He sends her a list of the music that he has taken with him on his travels and she downloads it and hums dreamily, keeping him close, closer, closest.
This is a sensible way to fall in love, is it not, remotely? Attitudes to money, politics, religion and fidelity are canvassed and meet with approval. Does she prefer shopping to Chopin, Oprah to opera? Is she a brand girl or a brand new girl? Or does she, like he, love old and comfortable? Will he, she relocate? Will he arrange his life for her; will she change hers for him?
We shall have to wait and see what the universe dictates, but until then let us celebrate this cerebral love.
