Susan... She's certainly one of the very few I had in my life that could have been the right one for me. But the circumstances were never right. So, through the fotolog platform I started to check out who was following him, who he followed, which profiles I actually enjoyed, and there were definitely some interesting candidates there. But if I'm honest, I always thought that they were way out of my league. Thus, it turned out to be a surprise when Susan started following me, messaging me, starting to show an interest on me. She was always a girl whose natural beauty was very striking, and she had clear green eyes and a husky voice. She knew how to look after herself, and she always cut a fine figure of a woman. Soon after we started talking, we went out together for the first time, and things got rolling from there. Because we had busy lives, we really didn't have the opportunity to be together every single day, but we made the most out of it. But by far the best thing we had going on between us was our sex life - she had the exact same energy as I did then, and it was always, always bombastic. But... as with most anyone that came before her, and quite a few that would come after... I just wasn't there. I was already running on fumes by then, and though I tried to keep it going, I just couldn't... I just couldn't feel. A part of me was indeed growing colder. Jaded. No wonder that maybe a couple of months into our relationship she was ready to ditch me.
And I never really fellt bad, or sad, that she did. Because one of the reasons I wasn't there was another girl called Sara. Well, this is not any of the same Saras from before - and as far as I can recall, there hasn't been any other since. This is a girl who worked for the same company I worked at, and I met her at company party thing - maybe there was a dinner or something, and we all ended up in a club until very late, and by the end of that night I'd be hopelessly in love with her.
Now, Sara is story unto herself. Actually, a bunch of stories. But let me preface this by saying that I never imagined that girls like her existed in real life - she was as close to being my ideal woman as possible, and she was that kind of girl that had that kind of -girl-next-door quality mixed with timeless silver screen beauty, behind a fragile, endearing, captivating façade. Things would get even more complicated when shortly after we met she had a haircut, and my God, how beautiful she looked with bangs - something I always loved on women. But Sara... she would not be easy. In fact, she would be very hard. So hard that, in fact, I had to move back to England just to get away from her. But that was later.
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