I met a girl

Slipped away from me again, huh? Not so long, though. And this time I've got a better excuse. I met a girl!

Okay, I meet plenty of girls. I even talk to them. Actually, if you met me, you'd probably assume I was out dating every night.

Maybe not. But I do get on well with girls. And guys. I've kinda made a career out of getting on with people. And what's wrong with that? Nothing wrong with not loading all your griefs on other people. You don't have to invite everyone into your head. And I'm not a misogynist like brother Mike; I really do like people. Even if I don't trust them, particularly.

Anyway, back to the point. This girl. She's ... Okay, nothing more boring than someone going on about someone else you don't know. Like being forced to watch someone's holiday video. Let's just say, I met someone. I'm spending a lot of time with her. I'm ... feeling happy. What would that be? Pleasure, Gratification, and Positive emotion about the future, I guess (see my earlier blog entry on happiness).

I don't mean long-term future. It's just ... I'm a one-day-at-a-time kind of guy (emotionally, I mean; I've got my career pretty much mapped out). So it's exciting, and scary, to have this ... I'm-looking-forward-to-next-Tuesday-cos-we're-going-to-(go rollerblading/picnic/go to the movies/whatever) ... feeling. There's this ... subliminal buzz. You know what I mean?

I don't know whether I'm falling in love, or just enjoying the possibility of falling in love. But I'm gonna take my brother's advice and not think it into the ground. Just enjoy it, for however long it lasts.