I hope you don't mind the soppy sentimentalism to follow but well I feel that over the last few years we have grown close; friends even with some of you and so I want to shout to the roof tops and let everyone know that I have fallen head over heels in love.
For the 1st time in my life I truly know what it means to be 'in love'.
She is a dusky maid that I have known of for quite a while and admired from afar for longer than I care to remember. We have been in the same places on a couple of occasions and our brief exchanges and stolen moments have only drawn me closer to her.
I always thought she was out of my league, that if we got it together I'd be punching well above my weight, she would unknowingly expose me for all my shortcomings and so we'd part with me left yearning and hungry for more but for her it would be a wholly dissatisfying experience. You see to me she is undeniably class...stylish...elegant....graceful.... and with such poise.....almost otherworldly in her striking looks.
But I don't know what came over me this week - foolhardy bravery, the impetuosity of the naive or just plain old desparation!!! - so I took the plunge, went for it and invited her over to my place!!!
She came over yesterday and all afternoon, into the early hours and so far all this morning we have spent hour after endless hour together. Time seems to vanish since when we are together and the thought of being away from her even for a little while pains my heart. I'm entranced. Smitten. Infatuated.
She's gorgeous, stunning; takes my breath away - a deep rich ebony sheen to her smooth skin, stunning curves in all the right places and a propensity for subtle gold jewellery that has the perfect balance between class and bling. She's about the right age for me - 30ish so has a mature, developed air and pedigree about her but also the excitement and vigor of youth too.
Her voice is soft, rich and tender but oh so delicate so that when she speaks the sounds just flow with no hint of an accent or grating inflection. Like aural honey to my ears. I could listen to her for hours.
She is pure English but her name suggests some distant French ancestry and to be honest I find it hard to believe that this insular and staid nation of ours could have created such an exotic and sultry beauty without a little continental influence somewhere in her genes.
And she loves music. I mean she adores music. It clearly delights and mesmerises her in the same way it does me.
But best of all we seem to have perfectly matched tastes in music. We both love our music to sound balanced, delicate but also detailed, with layers of sounds and space between voices and instruments.
She loves funk, soul, blues, rock, jazz, Indie, alternative, punk & post punk, ambient electronica, dance music, new and old folk and even the same smidgeon of classical or orchestral music I love.
I'll be honest and confess that even though I'm in my early 40's the last few years when I should have been settling down I have been, well for want of a better phrase, 'playing the field'. I have moved from one partner to the other, often having several at the same time, frequently professed undying allegiance to one partner only to coldly and callously cast them aside when I realise there is an intangible 'something' missing. Until now I have been fickle, disloyal and frankly a bit of a slut.
But no more. Never again. I finally no what love feels like and I am willing to forsake all others just for her!!
I love her! I love her! I LOVE HER!!!!!!