Love is a Storm
posted by Paul "The Contrarian" Blake @ 5:21 PM
Over the weekend I finally managed to really relax. I got to sit back, put up my feet and simply enjoy the simple things in life. As it turns out, I also met some friends, one of whom managed to ply me with so much alcohol that I actually agree to join this blog ( *cough*yoda*cough ). But I digress.
On Saturday evening, I met an interesting friendly young bombshell. I was actually surprised that we left the pub at eight in the evening. It's usually a couple of hours past midnight when women are drunk enough to
I was prepared for an interesting night and I wasn't disappointed. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I was impressed with the girl. It's a rare woman who can keep up with me until sun rise.
When I woke up on Sunday, at about eleven in the morning, I was to get an even greater surprise. One of my ex girlfriends had left voice mail on my phone. She said that she wanted to give us another try. Even though she sounded slightly bitter, she was profoundly apologetic.
As I listened to the voicemail, I couldn't help thinking about how crazy men and women are. My ex and I used to fight all the time. Our fights often came to blows ( with me being the hapless punching bag! ). That was one passionate relationship and that passion extended into the bedroom in ways that still make shivers run down my spine. It took three months before the bite scars and scratch marks finally healed. My back and shoulders still look like I've been in sleeping in a bed covered in sheets of barbed wire.
Why is it then, that in a relationship that was filled with cursing and fighting, I'm tempted to call the girl back? Make no mistake, I'm not a relationship man. In fact the reason we broke up was that she found me in bed with another woman ( and even that happened enough times for her to realize that I would never change. )
More importantly, why is it that after I've tortured her so much she still wants to be with me? Why would she want to give us another try when all we'll do is fight and all I'll do is still fuck lots of other girls? It's as though the more I hurt her the more she wants to be with me.
The story gets even more weird. Every girl I've slept with knows that I'm pathologically incapable of being faithful. Still, that doesn't stop them from calling me, going out with me and sleeping with me over and over. Every weekend is the same!
I guess, deep down, we all know that love is a storm. Nothing ever stays the same and the other person is as likely to fall out of the boat into the rolling waves as they are to struggle to steer the boat to safety. What I do know is that I'm loving the storm.