Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Sonnet XV111 William Shakespeare
It’s been so long for me, I don’t remember if it’s the done thing to go round wishing people a Happy Valentines day, but on this occasion regardless of protocol, I shall.
Happy Valentines day all.
I am a terrible softie at heart and I’m sure I shouldn’t be saying any of this for fear of opening up too much but sometimes I really do miss not having a significant other to share such days with. I am an old romantic I am sure and I hope that post operation I shall be able to put some of that romance to use by tempting a beautiful young lady to consider my less transparent overtures and agree to spend some time with me.
You see, being overweight such as I am is difficult because for some reason I do not see myself as such even though I know I am. In my mind’s eye I have “a body like Arnold with a Denzel face” but in reality I know I am a far cry from that because when I catch a glimpse of my full frames reflection, it kind of knocks the wind out of your sails I can say. It leaves you with a feeling of who could love that, so you don’t bother because refusal is simply another crushing blow dealt to your already very low self-esteem.
Yes I know over the years there have been plenty of ladies who have received my affections, but I have obviously never quite gotten it right. In the past I was very probably too concerned about myself and my own well being to consider another persons feelings, but being alone for a long time does tend to give a person some perspective on the whole subject of feelings and the future of them. Over the past few years I have actually discovered that I do have feelings and would like to share them with Miss A.N. Other, so along with my list of things to do when I have lost weight, I shall be adding something along the lines of “search for my one true love” or at least find a bird that isn’t completely repulsed by the sight of me and maybe try to get them to spend a little time with me. Well thats the plan anyway.
The only problem is where you meet people nowadays. It’s always on the internet and everyone I meet seems to be broken in some way and have the issues of relationships past to contend with. Maybe because I’m big they perhaps think I will settle for anyone with a pulse regardless of them exhibiting mental behaviour when I ask the question “So, do you like Ice Cream?” or some such. Suffice to say, I have never been a winner on the dating website front. One woman even told me that “I could stick my stupid convertible roofed car up my backside” simply because it had to gone into the garage for some work at the same time she was wanting to go out on a date. Funny how that relationship never blossomed.
The best one however happened when I first started to try the dating game and came across what I thought at first to me a nice and pleasant person who had been winking at me and writing to me on several occasions. Now in my description it said that I was a larger chap and I made her aware of it during our conversation. She had told me that it didn’t matter as she thought I was gorgeous anyway, however prior to going on the date, I sent a full length – fully clothed I might add 😉 picture of myself and she was never heard from again. Shallow I think is the word, but then I do ask myself if I would have been any different.
Now that this weight is going to be a thing of the past, I truly hope that my self-confidence comes back and I once again dip my toe in the dating pool. Maybe there will be success, maybe there won’t, but until I have the self-confidence to try, I don’t suppose I shall ever find out.
Here’s hoping cupids arrow finally hits me in the heart and not the backside.
Stay out of the fridge.