There She Goes, There She Goes Again.

Christ Almighty. Well, prepare to be bored by my agonies. It's happening again. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I've had a case of the 'Ooh Mr Darcy's.'

It started with a slight preference, then it moved to the tummy flips. Yes. The Tummy Flips...I've actually used the word 'tummy' in day to day conversation; if you had any human compassion, you'd shoot me now. Put me out of my misery.

Ok, so yesterday, I'm going about my business when the person in question walks past. He catches my eye, and I do a bit of a double take, feel slightly odd. Tummy Flip. God...I hate myself.

I assure myself it was just a momentary thing, just in that split second, something is attractive. Maybe it's the light, I dunno, but nothing important, nothing to set too much store by.

My theory was *ahem* totally proven today, when I walked past the same guy, and exactly the same thing happened.

Yes, I know. Underneath it all I'm just a great big poofter.

Shitey Moses!

I'm just going to have to hope it's a phase, all my adventures into this field end in tears. I'm just going to have to treat it like a Big Issue seller; ignore it and hope it goes away. (Ugh -that was mean of me.) I've been disappointed too many times, and frankly, I've known now, for some time that I'm not meant for this sort of stuff, I invariably make a fool of myself.

I suppose I'm cursed in the fact that everyone I find attractive turns out to be a total wanker and doesn't find me in the least bit attractive, but the men that do find me attractive just so happen to be over thirty...and often bald.