I am a hopeless romantic. There, I've said it. I've been warned so many times "Ron, be careful." But I just can't help myself. When someone treats me with kindness and I am physically attracted to them, I fall down that well of romanticism. I fall in love.
But back to my big weakness, when I fall in love I go big time. It's not that often that I fall in love but when I do, watch out. No holds barred Ron.
Again, I am just too passionate, too romantic. I wish I could be cynical and hard but it's not my nature. I have to be who I am. That's another one of my weaknesses, I'm too vulnerable.
No matter how many safeguards I erect I always seem to let myself open for disappointment. Maybe it's me. Yes, it is me. I'm too smothering
I remember one particularly painful end to a relationship. I asked him "What happened?" He said "I don't know, I just fell out of love." In other words, he just didn't care anymore. That particular relationship (for lack of a better word) happened and ended in 1980, thirty four years ago. Believe it or not, I've never completely gotten over it. Last year he sent me an e-mail. He wanted a copy of photo that I had taken of him. I was glad to accommodate him. You know me and my thousands of photos. Of course I haven't heard from him since. No surprise.
From that time until this time I've done pretty good protecting myself from the Big Hurt. I just hope it's not happening again.
Back to the good stuff tomorrow folks. I just had to get this off of my chest. Hope I wasn't too cryptic in this post.