13:19 Anna: Why aren’t you by the pool?!
me: I have been, but it is midday and too hot,
about to go out for lunch
(otherwise I will end up looking like a lobster)
Anna: ok
go and eat lobster
me: I am writing an email to my boy
is that ok?
and incidentally, he cooked me lobster the other night. Blue lobster.
Anna: No.
me: Oh?
13:22 Anna: it is first flush of love ish and makes me sickeningly jealous
13:23 though it is sweet
13:26 I admit
me: Gah.
I talk about him irritatingly too much, don’t I?
I think I may have done it to Lucy too, yesterday…
Being away on my own is excruciating at times. But excruciating in a good way: a delicious form of torture. I miss him, but missing him makes me feel stupidly, smile-to-myself-in-the-street happy.
Because I know he feels the same way. And that is proof of, well, something.
about
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petite anglaise 
er…something like…emotional dependency? :)
Comment by Bridges — July 19, 2007 @ 8:59 pm
oh you hopeless romantic, you
Comment by petite — July 19, 2007 @ 9:00 pm
It’s a kind of invisible bond, Petite.
Comment by Jean-Luc Picard — July 19, 2007 @ 9:06 pm
ok thinking of vacations and films etc….and i came across this:
http://fr.youtube.com/watch?v=T8raqLzb3rQ
i think you look like julie delpy…
Comment by delphine — July 19, 2007 @ 9:15 pm
All in favor of romance… beats the virtual love with which we sometimes have to content ourselves. Anyway, your feeling is a privilege, because not everyone alas feels it. To smile spontaneously in the street, is to let down one’s guard and, that gesture is what is so magic: getting in touch with oneself and then, knowing that the inner selves are in touch with each other.
Comment by Minter — July 19, 2007 @ 9:41 pm
You outed me petite! Let us ponder in silence to those wise words from Roxy music…
“Oh oh catch that buzz
Love is the drug i´m thinking of
Oh oh can´t you see
Love is the drug for me”
Now, if you’ll just give me the name of your pusher… :)
Comment by Bridges — July 19, 2007 @ 9:43 pm
This flush is abstract, right?
And not spreading or accompanied by fever?
Comment by Meg — July 19, 2007 @ 11:10 pm
Aw… thweet! This is the kind of emotional attachment I have with my pint of beer at the moment, not another human being. You lucky cow! Be happy.
Comment by Ariel — July 20, 2007 @ 12:12 am
As a drug romance is pro-o-bably better than getting drunk most nights. It gives the liver a chance to recover before singledom strikes and off you go again.
Being you seems always an interesting place to be, anyway.
Comment by andrew — July 20, 2007 @ 12:46 am
I’ll have what she’s having.
Comment by The Bold Soul — July 20, 2007 @ 1:01 am
Oh the feeling, “Ah yes, I remember it well.”
I believe that silly, smiling feeling thing is proof that we are alive.
Bisous and good vibrations . . .
Comment by PJ Carz — July 20, 2007 @ 1:07 am
Ain’t love grand??? Haha–hardly the Queen’s Received, eh? Enjoy this time–it is such a high;) Thanks for writing your blog; I just found it and spent the past 2 days catching up with the whole thing. Quite a life:)
Comment by Victoria — July 20, 2007 @ 2:11 am
This,,,,,,this feeling is what makes heartache worth it. This feeling makes life worth it. This feeling makes me tingly in my fingers and toes and everywhere in between. Before time sets in, before the sharpness dulls even a tiny bit, is the most brilliant. The first sip of a really cold drink when you are so, so thirsty could never be that sweet. I am so happy that you are in it just now. I know that feeling of missing. It is mixed to be sure. How well to appreciate the one though, through a bit of missing. Another emotion to be cherished. I’m a babbling goon. A complete, utter, shameless goon.
Comment by beaunejewels — July 20, 2007 @ 2:13 am
Oui. Delpy should play PA in the film-based-on-book.
Comment by seren — July 20, 2007 @ 2:21 am
So tell us bunnykins, have you and the young man got as far as pet names yet?
;-)
Comment by bonkers — July 20, 2007 @ 4:26 am
Petite, I am in the same boat! It is brutal being here in Paris with all of the lovey-dovey going on all about and the boy you can stop thinking about is in another country. Hate being a sap, but here we are. And I have noticed my friends starting to glaze over when I talk non-stop about my romance too…oh well. I find it terribly interesting. Bonne chance!
Comment by Jelly — July 20, 2007 @ 8:30 am
It’s a lovely feeling, I agree.
Enjoy it; you surely deserve it.
Comment by It's Just Me — July 20, 2007 @ 9:50 am
OH, how sweet. I hope it lasts and lasts for you…
Enjoy the holiday!
Comment by Moses — July 20, 2007 @ 10:38 am
You made me smile. :-)
Comment by Anna — July 20, 2007 @ 11:27 am
How fitting to be feeling SAUDADE in Portugal!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saudade
Or “Sodade” as they would call it in Cabo Verde:
Another track by the wonderful Cesaria Évora
Ausência:
Comment by happyforyou — July 20, 2007 @ 12:01 pm
Dear, it seems like you’re having a good time with this guy.
About British girls and lobsters, it surprises me when I first arrived in Southampton that the girls became so red under the sun.
But this is just another opportunity to make fun of our favourite worst neighbours I guess :)
Comment by Parisian Cowboy — July 20, 2007 @ 12:23 pm
Apologies if this has been stated previously, but what is the ‘gap’ between you and your ‘boy’?
Comment by Tom — July 20, 2007 @ 2:05 pm
I hope it always feels that way. Good luck!
Comment by AussieGil — July 20, 2007 @ 2:15 pm
My fiance and I are the same way after more than 4 years :D
I’ve tagged you in a Fuelmyblog meme here:
http://www.roadlessunraveled.com/2007/07/20/fueled-meme/
Comment by Robin — July 20, 2007 @ 4:01 pm
I know you have been described as “Bridget Jones in Paris” (http://tinyurl.com/2a2fm7), but this ‘clip’ is actually from Bridget Jones… isn’t it? ;-)
Comment by Jeremy — July 20, 2007 @ 6:06 pm
Apparently my other half did the same thing when we met, and her colleagues eventually shouted at her “for goodness sake, just go out with him again – you’ve done nothing but go on about him all day”.
I of course was over the moon when I found out :)
Comment by Jonathan — July 20, 2007 @ 6:46 pm
Coisas pequenas (Small Things) by Madredeus, with the spellbinding voice of Teresa Salgueiro.
Amar, amar, amar….
Comment by happyforyou — July 20, 2007 @ 6:50 pm
Is it possible for you to get something attached to the top of the gchat box saying “Anything you say may be noted down and later used in evidence against you”, or something?
For the record, I’m not jealous of being in love, being very much in love myself: but of that first flush enthusiasm. Seriously, after four years, who can be arsed with emails? With us and five-day trips it’s just ‘Oh! Hello baby! Was it today you were coming back? Yay!’
Comment by anna — July 21, 2007 @ 1:13 am
Enjoy your boy but, about the midday sun, I can’t help but think of the expression: “mad dogs and English [wo]men”.
Comment by Lost in France — July 21, 2007 @ 3:08 am
Oh yes, cooking lobster for a new girlfriend, I remember that…
Did you enjoy watching him kill it for you first?
I recall that being the most effective bit…
Drew
Comment by Drew Mishmash — July 21, 2007 @ 3:32 pm
@22 “Apologies if this has been stated previously, but what is the ‘gap’ between you and your ‘boy’?”
Paris -> Lisbon, about 1450km, as the love-bird flies.
Comment by oxo — July 21, 2007 @ 3:53 pm
so, it’s true then that absence makes the heart go fonder…..??
Comment by La Bellina Mammina — July 23, 2007 @ 11:49 am