Imaginative Sunday

Anything for a good story, right? Can't remember who said that and if it at all is a well known quote, but in any case, I agree with it. And since my own life sometimes lack a bit of shall we say yummy details, imagination comes in very handy. And I lack none of it. In fact, I have too much of it that it sometimes overflows into some sort of bizarre paranoia and I need to sit down with an ice bucket over my head and clear out what has actually happened and what is just made up in my somewhat disturbed brain.

Last week, in one of my famous instant impulses, I texted an old flirt. And he texted back with his email address and asked me to get in touch that way. And since I haven't seen him for four years, I have no idea of what to expect. I remember him as looking like the handsome boys in The Thrills, Celtic with curly black hair. And I remember falling for him like a thunderstorm. And since, I must admit, there haven't been many weeks that I haven't thought of him. An affair that was never cleared out. Clearly.

Imagine if we just fall head over heels for each other and within one month we will be living together in a bohemian flat filled with Irish music and love? And on the 4-day anniversary of when we first met he proposes to me? That would be an amazing story to write about. About how True love conquers all. Can you hear the violins? When we grow old we will tell our enormous gang of children and grand-children about how timing can impede love, but love will always win. And we will hold hands until his black curly mane turns completely white.

Most likely we will just have a coffee and a laugh and say good bye as friends. But the good thing about story telling is that you make up your own endings. So who knows?