I was sick this past weekend with an unpleasant cold and I spent my days in bed watching movies. I rather unwisely chose to watch movies from the ROMANCE genre which had the lovely effect on me of making me sad, lonely, and horny.
I DO NOT recommend watching romance flicks when you’re single. They will only serve to make you feel like an American version of Bridget Jones without the lovely British accent and Mark Darcy waiting in the wings.
Instead of composing blog posts (like I should have been doing), I composed letters in my head to “The One Who Got Away” and “The Man I Can’t Forget.”
Letters telling him how much I miss him and how I think of him every day.
How my boys still talk about him and ask how he’s doing.
Some boyfriends fade into the background once the relationship is over. Dave, is a perfect example of that. It becomes harder and harder to recall a single memory of the two of us together.
But others, oh other boyfriends take on a life of their own and become your fantasy when you are turned on. The person you compose letters to in your head when you are lonely. And the one whose name pinches your heart a little when you hear it.
Now during the holiday season, the memories are especially strong.
We both LOVED Christmas and had a spectacular time shopping and exploring the Bay Area during the holidays.
We once saw a whole army of Santa Clauses on a beach in Santa Cruz.
We had drinks at the Ritz-Carlton with his parents and took pictures in front of their ginormous Christmas tree while the bagpipes played in the distance.
I inundated him with gifts, particularly a handmade quilt with a special theme for him.
The letters I write always start out the same.
and they end with “Love, me.”