Rereading my previous post, I took to wondering: Are you sitting there wondering “Is she talking about me?” by any chance?
Well, maybe I am. Maybe I am not.
Just for the record: At least three people spring to mind as equally likely candidates – unless you’re inside my head in which case they are all three very unlikely – and you don’t necessarily know each other at all. So though you may wish to juggle any “facts” I mention in order to figure out if I might be talking about you, do not, at this point, take anything for granted. Once I make up my own mind (or think I have made it up) I will let you know, and give you a chance to react whichever way you like. In the meantime, sit back and enjoy the friendship I’m offering, please. Roses, candlelit dinners and limousines will be appreciated, but have very little real bearing on the issues at stake here – for now (possibly for ever) all I really want is your company.
I just thought I’d mention it. Whereas having people swooning at my feet is flattering and all to the good, having people assuming that I am swooning at their feet is somewhat less desireable.
Whatever.
Voice in my head: definitely Avril Lavigne now, singing “If I could say what I want to say, I’d say I wanna blow you away, be with you every night. Am I squeezing you too tight?” which is silly, because that is not what I want to say at all.