Mental Photograph ( Part Two )

So far, there's never been a puff, bang, boom for me. Nothing even close, for that matter. Sure. there was my ex. Some people at church seemed to think we were perfect for each other and every now and then I'd run into her at church. We chatted once at church bookshop for a minute or so about nothing important and then amicably go our separate ways.


There's had been a few before my ex, of course. I wasn't entirely clueless when it came to women, after all. I found them attractive and interesting, but more than that, I was genuinely fond of them. I was proud of the fact that I'd never shed a tear from the recent break-up despite remotely be considered a painful one. Not all breakups are mutual. Thankfully most of it petering out like a soggy fuse on a fire cracker as opposed to the big kaboom of fireworks overhead. I considered myself still friends with all my exes - R* ( lives in Indonesia now ) included - and figured they'd say the same thing about me. I wasn't right for them, and they weren't right for me. I'd watch some of my former girlfriends get married off to great guys, and I'd been invited to one of them.


Thinking back, I seldom thought about finding permanence or my soul mate, but in rare times I did, I always ended up imagining finding someone who shared the same active, outdoor passions I did. Life was for living, wasn't it? Sure, everyone had responsibilities, and I didn't mind those.I enjoy my work, earned decently, owned a transport, and paid my bills accordingly, but I didn't want a life where those things constituted all there was. I wanted to experience life. No, change that,. I needed to experience life.