I went out drinking tonight (Friday) and I spoke with a guy that I know only as a bar patron, a self-proclaimed "womanizing" bar patron. He told me that he had met a girl and that he was really happy. He went on to say that he never saw this coming, but that it had, and he couldn't explain it. I've known this guy for about 6 months and I asked him how old he was. Much to my surprise, he's about to turn 25.
I sarcastically congratulated him and then I told him that I have these sort of "crushes" on different girls every few weeks or so. He stopped me and he said that my crushes were only sexual and not the real thing, and that he had not in fact slept with this new girl. He was somewhat right in his assessment of my crushes.
I then came home early and watched an incredible film/love story called "Once", which was an Oscar winner in 2007 (click on the link for the Wiki description of the film). The film is basically about two artists falling in love.
I'm 25 years old and considering the crap that I write, I don't consider myself an artist. But after I've had a few drinks and shots (like at the time of this posting), I could see myself falling for a girl, and not just any girl. She has to be different and she has to be sort of a nut job just like me. This movie and my tipsiness made me fantasize about that type of scenario tonight.
Sadly or joyfully depending on your outlook, I won't be drunk when I wake up tomorrow and this feeling will pass.
I have entirely too much time on my hands to go falling in love and settling down.....