a reply to: eroutt
For all that I am lonely, I would never resort to a dating website, and the reasons have little to do with the prevalence of scammers, nutcases and
Facebook drones (if it's a problem for you too, you know what I mean). Simply put, I am an old fashioned, spiritual, and romantic sort of fellow.
There is nothing romantic, spontaneous, or fated about what happens on those sites. It's an algorithm, a mechanism. There's a woman I have known for
a long while now, who was at a party I attended not so long back. It was a barbecue party, with a separate fire, burning in a large metal dish. I had
set the fire, upon being instructed to do so by the man of the house. My people know me well, and of all the people there, I was one of but a few who
could set a fire that would not be a safety hazard, but that would also burn well enough to delight the attendees, as well as burn the humidity out of
the air surrounding the flames. Normally, I tend the fire I have built, to prevent lunatics from placing multitudes of impractically sized objects in
However, this woman, again, whom I have known for quite some time, doffed her summer dress, under which were shorts and a vest of some sort, and took
up the poking stick, and proceeded to spend the evening walking around the fire, tending it like a pro, while looking all the while like a Valkyrie of
legend. At times, the flames reached from the dish, to lap at her legs, the flame actually encompassing the entire width of them. She did not even
register their touch, and they did her no harm.
I should have told her right then and there, that my heart was exploding, that her magnificence was impossible to encapsulate with the paltry tool
that is the language I love. I would have too, but certain events made it difficult for me to register how the sight had impacted me. I know her to be
a great lady, a wit, with charm and grace of precisely the right sort to send a sane man running to the asylum. However, as I said, certain events
have made it impossible for me to react to things in the usual fashion. I am not as I once was, not as I ought to be. I have only just realised as
much, and will be undertaking to improve upon this situation in due course.
One step upon that particular journey, will be explaining how I feel to the woman in question, even if it ends in an almighty calamity. Why do I
prefer taking the risk of real upheaval and a personal life in flames? Because if one wishes to be rewarded, one must be prepared to risk something.
And by God do I have a mighty need.