This is the first blog entry that I am writing on my Android cell phone. If this goes well, I may start blogging more often while I’m on the go. But on to the topic of today’s entry…

If you have been following along, you should remember the saga that is known as “The Woman of My…” and the emotional rollercoaster I put myself on when it comes to her. Well kids, that feels as if it has ran it’s course. It was great fun (sarcasm) while it lasted and I would love to do it again (not really). I know what you’re thinking, “He was just professing his love a month or so ago, what happened?” That’s just it, nothing happened. I’m not saying that I expected her to drop everything and run into my arms like Scarlett O’Hara did in Gone With the Wind. She’s not that type of woman and our relationship wasn’t like that. That might have been the problem though. I am quite possibly the single-most romantic, gushy, sappy love song loving, wish my life was a romantic comedy (gotta have some laughs in between all the love and angst) people I know. “The Woman of My…” is not. Or at least she’s not when it comes to me. And we have all experienced unrequited love before. It might be the purest, and therefore the rarest, type of romantic love known to man; but that shit is no fucking fun if you’re on the unreciprocated end. Everyone loves to be chased but how many of us would do the chasing, knowing that we’ll never snare our prey? Exactly, none of us would. So I have made a conscious decision to stand down. Now, that doesn’t mean I don’t still have very strong feelings for this woman because I do. This simply means that her level of disinterest have rubbed off on me. Let’s just call it romantic osmosis. Lets face it, a person can only bang their head against a brick wall for so long before they either realize its futile and stop or develop serious brain damage. The same can be said for throwing your heart into Love’s Blender. You’re either gonna learn the lesson or end up with a destroyed heart. I’m simply choosing the former so I can forgo the latter. I was asked by someone if this end of Wile E. Coyete-esque pursuit meant that I wouldn’t accept “The Woman of My…” if she ever turned the tide on me. I honestly don’t know. I would think that if (and that’s one gigantic if) she were to ever become interested in me and I was single, that I would jump at the opportunity. The operative word in that sentence is think. In my heart and soul, I know she has made up her mind about her level of romantic interest or disinterest in me. I know it would take an act of God, a true miracle and quite possibly a papal decree for her to develop an inkling of the type of feelings I had for her. And I’m completely okay with that! Life moves on…

For most people and situations similar to mine, an end to the pursuit would be followed by an extended period of either self-deprecation or self-destructiveness. I guess its a good thing I’m different from most people. Its even better that my situation is not of the garden variety. But in the meantime, I’ll keep writing songs, quite possibly some poetry and continue loving me! Peace and love…