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Today I have to contemplate about love. I mean really truly being loved. Spots and warts and all, yeah that sort of love where it doesn't really matter much what life throws at you cos you know who your gonna face it with. Enter a lovely lady, lets call her snow for the purposes of protecting her privacy. Snow is beautiful, regal, with a smile that can outshine a hundred diamonds, easy. A hug from snow… well, lets just say when I've had a crap day at work I go and hug snow. I think maybe you get the idea, aye? Unfortunately, snow is also very heavily demented, so much so that when she does give a complete sentence that even remotely makes sense, it leaves those that have known her a while in total and absolute shock. She's also been known to go into very schizophrenic episodes. ‘Why is she talking about a demented schizo with regard to love?’ I see you thinking. Well, I’ll tell you. Snows problems as far as mental health are concerned, began at the tender age of 26(fifty odd years ago for her, hence the tender, nothing at all to do with the fact that that is indeed my own age at the time of note!), newly married to white(again, preserving the privacy, and why stop with the fairy tale names while I'm on a ROLL!!! lmao). She was a new mum, and was suffering from post natal depression, which, considering she's in her seventies, was not as effectively treated then as it now is. There began a life fraught with extensive stints in mental institutions that would have drove a saint to distraction. Now, you'd be hard placed to find a man who'd stick by his wife in such times these days (you just have to look at any young man’s attitude towards the Kenyan present first lady and her husband's relationship with her to see my point! nuff sed). Today’s relationships are more ‘gimme gimme gimme’ based. but White stuck with snow through hell and high water. to this day, he comes and picks her up for a dibnner together every sunday without fail. its in the way he dresses her, and does her make up so impeccably tht theirs is not a love to be sniggered at. Its in the sparle in her eye when you mention White and it breaks through the worst dementia that this woman has been loved, ALOT. Am I then saying that this is wrong, this our gimme gimme attitude? Am I saying that looking out for number one hinders you from loving? Come come now matey, no need to be overly dramatic just yet! I’ll be getting to the point soon enough…. Oh, get a load of that…. Sorry, the scenic route just tickles my fancy. Lolest.
In my time, I’ve been ‘the girlfriend who’ll do while I’m in this social status’, ‘the other woman(deeply ashamed but hey)’, the ‘chic to make my ex extremely jealous’ the ‘I’ll flirt with my mates’ ex while she’s still vulnerable as payback for the chic I liked that he took’ or some such ish(digression, I do not understand men, at least women show their grudges with the odd sneer or two, a man will still be smiling at his mate as he twists the knife he just hurled in their back and watches them gasp with agony, the smile still intact. Yeah yeah, I know chics backstab too and all that but the difference is that when you examine the facts preceding the event, you can see how the signs were there with a chic, with a guy you need to have worked with the ‘lie to me team for a century to capture the signs. Sorry if it sounds like a stereotype matey. Alls I’m saying is, be careful. ) oh how can I forget wearing the ‘ the chic who is totally and hopelessly and completely obsessed with me’ hat?

The one hat I don’t remember ever wearing is the ‘ the chic I am completely crazy about’ hat. You know, where I don’t have to be staring at the phone willing him to call because he does call, where I don’t gotta be wondering how to get him, because he’s heavily pursuing me, where I don’t have to wonder when I’m not with him if he’s loving someone else, because there is no doubt in my mind, at all that I am what he wants, note, not needs(cling is not really a good look on its best day, especially not when you have my figure!!!!), wants. I haven’t been with a man who had no qualms about showing me how he felt about me, even in company because he was proud to be with me. I’m not tryin to be a cry baby, I have been with the smooth operator who managed to convince me A LOT of those things, but the passage of time does the strangest of things to stuff when you take a really good hard look. I’m just saying, I realised the other day that I have never had that because I had never had it with the most important person in this equation, myself. I needed a man so badly, I was willing to settle for anything, because my fatherly validation had to come from somewhere, right? Well, I’m finding that in the place it belonged, not validation, just contact, and in so doing, the most amazing thing ever has happened to me. I have lost the need for a man, and in the process, realized that I am going to be picky, because the chic in question is worth the very best. I should know, I have fallen in love with her!!!