Saturday, 21 September 2013


I’m a pretty weird person.

And there is a Dr Zuess quote that very accurately sums the future of my love life.

“We are all a little weird and life is a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.

That’s what’s making me a little worried at the moment. I need to find someone who is as weird as me...but in complimentary ways.

For example, I never eat the green sweets in fruit pastilles. They’re gross. I don’t even know why they exist. But they were R’s favourite. It was perfect! I left all the green ones in the pack and she happily scoffed the disgusting things.

For some things, I realise I won’t find the complimentary trait in a partner. For instance, it’s probably unlikely that I will ever stumble across someone who delights in putting away all my shoes which I tend to leave strewn across my house or thinks it’s cute that I’m so socially awkward.

For some flaws, there are no complimentary traits.

Now, as I’m British, about 40% of my diet is made of tea. And I make about 6 cups of the stuff a day, but I have an awful habit of making a cup and then completely forgetting it exists and wandering off to do other things. When I do remember to drink it, I tend to leave about 1cm of tea in the bottom of the mug. Don’t ask me why, I don’t know. The bottom 1cm just doesn’t taste as good as the previous 8 apparently.

Before I left for Germany, I visited my grandparents where my Grandfather noted with disgust that my Grandma does exactly the same thing, as does my Mother. So apparently it’s just a weird thing all females do in my family. (Apart from my sister who drinks coffee like some kind of weirdo.)

I’m very aware that I have to hide up all my crazy again and slowly reveal it piece by piece.

…which may take some time.

Though some things can’t be hidden and will become almost immediately apparent. For example, I always have cold hands.


There is no disguising or getting around the fact that whenever I touch you, I will make you feel cold.

I’m like a lame Ice Man.

Now I know some of these things come with time. I can hardly expect to just bump into a lady who will immediately love my odds and short comings…

…but fingers crossed!


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