My Titanic

So, just 10 solid days ago, i wrote my last post "Men - who needs them?" And today, on this very day, i have been unexpectedly swept of my feet.

Last Friday i'm in the pub and i see a bloke i used to work with, i turn around and he says "Fucking Hell!" - what a reaction!

And i start work again on the Tuesday, and we swap numbers, needless to say i thought nothing of it.

And then he starts texting me...and i think hmmm...actually, i quite like this bloke.

So im working and can feel his presence through the entire 2 open rooms, my mind escapes and feelings all come flooding in.

On Monday we kissed...
On Wednesday he asked me out...
On Thursday we went out...
Today we went out...

And it makes life feel, meaningful.

But, here is the thing:

Him and me are like Jack and Rose from the Titanic! He comes from an entirely different society than me, and i reckon that's one of the reasons i like him so. He's my Joe. I'm his Lou.

:D

And yes, part of my brain is saying, no lou, don't do this again...it'll end up like last time because we live 209miles apart...and another part is saying - he adores you, just let it be.

And so, i shall, however the consequences, let it be.