~*true lust and then a bit...

A month ago, I said with conviction, I am not in love. A month later now, I am not so sure anymore. You know what they say about people in love are nicer. I think I am a statistic now. Blasting cheesy songs into my brains' a new ritual before going home after work now. How it all began? Booze. It's all the booze. Booze, moonlight and sea. All the elements to lure unsuspecting bozos into this sinister thing call love.

Ok, so what do you expect from a cynic in...or almost in love? Anyways, it wasn't love at first sight, for sure. Lust would be the correct emotion. Lust and impulse.
Funnily though, what was supposed to be a one night holiday romance...nah... lust,turned out to be just... a bit more than we both asked for, or even expected. Turned out that he could be someone that I could actually be with, despite the the minor setbacks like being 7 years older than him, or the fact that he might be just too rich for me. Pretty much most of my reservations towards him, all reasonings I gave myself to not give in, dissipated along the course of this month. So I thought it's just right that I actually write about it. This drastic change in my emo state.

I have to say that in the midst of my sucky existence, his adorations gave me something to smile about. I think I'm now free falling into him, and I can't deny that it's a pretty good place to be...all calming, soothing, always reassuring and warm. I could get use to this, so someone please stop me ...

OK ok. Those were pretty diabetic stuff, but hey, a woman's a woman. I have my sickly sweet (read - makes u wanna puke) moments too.