A friend in high school, whom I found out years later liked me while I swooned over her friend who rejected my advances over and over (wow, did I ever live a high school soap opera), observed a couple years back that I had surprised her then. I had been in a relationship for a couple years at the time, and she made the comment that she had always thought I was just in love with being in love, and that it would be a long while before I settled in. I had crushes left, right, and centre way back.
Now, I think she is right. I can settle down easily, but when I’m not attached, I fall in love with a girl I see on a bus. Seriously, I’ve done it before.
There’s a reference in Infinite Jest about how an alcoholic can imagine an entire lifetime with a woman in a moment’s glance. I’ve done that. Way back, I daydreamed and planned an entire wedding for myself and a girl who was over 1000 km away at the time and whom I hadn’t even asked out.
There’s a certain rush to seeing a new girl and imagining yourself with her, enjoying life. I’m sure actually doing it is great too. Well, I know it is. But this is good too. Girls come and go, but friends are friends forever.
