meet me

august, 2008

call me mick. I am beyond 41 years old. I have been living in a relationship for seven years. I have two kids with my girlfriend, ages 6 and 2. and I have just met the love of my life.

so where’s the beef? beef is, she’s a bareley 23 years old vegetarian with hazel eyes, long dark hair she used to wear in a hairdo that gave away her secret tattoo on her neck. she has the cutest toes I’ve ever seen, and I’m not into fetishism. her smile is killing, her tongue pointed, she is witty, clever, professional. cool. when she works, she dominates the room. when she’s off, she’s vulnerable.

and yes, she is beautiful. drop-dead.

when I met her she was about to meet her boyfriend in two weeks’ time to probably receive a proposal. and we’re living approx a grand kilometers apart which in my part of the world means two different countries with even space for another country to squeeze in between. not to mention the languages.

took me about half a day to develop a crush. took me one day to fall in love. took me another day to go from love to despair. and one more to realize that the life I had led up to this point was pointless, a farce, an understudy to life as it was meant to be.

well, that’s the beef.

before I met her, my life was ok. nothing spectacular, it was plain and good. a girlfriend, two kids, fun, problems, even sex (if we could get rid of them kids) – seen better, seen worse.

four weeks later, I am a shadow of my former self. A victim to life, to passion, to a love so deep, so overwhelming, so lethal to everything mediocre. and absolutely caught in a catch-22 de luxe.

I am desperately trying to come to terms with my life. To regain sanity through writing. I’ve tried reasoning. I’ve tried running. I’ve tried whisky. Nothing worked. Now I try what I’m good in – words. Stories. Evoking reality by telling a story – a true story. As true as a story gets.

that’s me. mick. welcome to my life.