Wednesday, July 08, 2015


So a weird thing happened to me on Easter Sunday. I became a cliche.

I was just doing what you do, getting hammered round at a mate's house. I'd just been dumped but I wasn't really feeling sorry for myself because it hadn't taken me long to realise she wasn't worth much in the way of tears. But my mate said, ooooh shall I get Ally to come round and I was like, yeah, not bothered but go on (and I wasn't bothered but I'd seen a photo of this Ally and believe me she was the kind of hot that fires me up and I'd heard quite a bit about how she was probably too awesome for me to handle and you know, I do believe I can handle a bit of awesome).

So this woman comes round and she's loud, a bit aggro, the way some English girls get when they are in a fresh social situation, and yeah she's sexy -- okay, I'm going to say dripping sexiness because this is a woman who knows she can have her pick of the men present -- and very comfortable from the off and hella funny and engaging.

And I'm like, yeah I would. Because of course I would. I'm a total slut, you know that. And if she didn't have her kids with her, we'd have been sharing the spare room because one thing I'll say about that woman is she is an adult and she doesn't pretend to have hangups about getting what she wants, and if we're honest, neither do I.

But I didn't become a cliche straight away.

The next day, or maybe the one after, it's a blur, we talked on Facebook, like you do, and I just gunned it, like I never do. But I knew it was right with this woman. I said, I get the charade and I like it but I am seeing someone different beneath that shell, someone much more tender.

And at some point, before we'd so much as kissed, it just struck me, this is the woman I want for life.


Now I do overenthusiastic. You know that. You know I get keen on women and then get my balloon burst. That's who I am. A Romantic. A heart in search of love. Whatever. But I had promised myself I would not be doing that again. I would not get too keen over too little. I would not look at a woman and see only the good points and ignore the bad.

And I don't make promises lightly, particularly to myself.

But I had a problem.

There were so many good points. I had to face it. I had steeled myself to accept being chill, staying casual, not getting too keen, blah blah.

And I had just met a woman I could love with everything I have.


So I know what you're thinking. You're cynical, bit like me. You are, like, well you usually settle for women who in a former age would have seen a great deal of the inside of an asylum because you have low enough self esteem that if any actual proper woman who was in the slightest bit hot gave you the nod, you'd wade through broken glass to get at her. And you're right.

But Ally is not just hot. Don't get me wrong. She's the hottest woman I've ever dated. I fancy her in a my dick's on fire way. Most men do. I'm not at all exaggerating. I've seen her walk into shops, servos, pubs and men just melt and turn into putty for her. She has the most singular sexual magnetism I've ever seen in a woman. I feel like high fiving myself because she wants me.

I say feel like. I have actually high fived myself, believe it.

She is also smart. She comes up with solutions to things. Things that leave me floundering, she ploughs through. If it looks insurmountable to me, it's just a blip on the GPS for her.

She is hella funny. She has a sense of humour that matches mine, quick wit, sharp tongue. I have never laughed so long and so hard with someone as I do with her. She's nearly as funny as I am, ffs.

She is as scattered and unfocused as I am. We get each other because we are similar in a lot of ways. We both live in a world where there cannot be too much stimulus.

She shares my values in a way that's scary. We agree on every fundamental. I mean, you talk about people being on your wavelength but Ally could often just have my thoughts for me.

Ah, don't let me bang on about how kind, how generous, how sweet she is. How when you get past the shell she likes to believe is really her, you find a deeper, beautiful soul. Let's just say that what makes her the woman I want to be with, more than anything else (and I know I haven't done it justice, I'm just trying to give a flavour), is that her instinct is to the good. She wants to be a cool, hard bitch but she fails constantly. And she fails because she is just a good, good person.

And you know I want to believe that about myself too and she believes it.


So which cliche? All of them! You could pick from quite the range.

But the one that means most to me? The man who hated himself until he met someone who loved him and he could not doubt that love was worth having. When someone as wondermazing as Ally loves you, you cannot do anything but love yourself.

And you'll never get to know the full range of wondermazing. Because she's mine. I'm not sharing. She's mine for life.


At 11:27 pm, Blogger Paula said...

This brings tears to my eyes (speaking of cliches). No one is more deserving of awesome love than you are and I hope she knows how lucky she is too (I bet she does!). Much love and best wishes to you both.

At 11:40 pm, Blogger Aliy Gee said...

I choose you today because you're a good, good man. You have opened my eyes to wondermazing, widened my eyes to what it means to be a big R Romantic, and imprinted in my eyes what I will consciously choose every day that we spend as #teamawesome. I feel no shame, no guile, no shortcut when I say I am proud to be your equal partner. I love you, and I won't tolerate you not loving you xxx

At 9:17 am, Blogger S said...

Falls only slightly short of jerry macguire's famous line. You seem to have found what very few manage.

At 1:33 pm, Blogger AJ said...

I am so happy he finally has someone in his life that he'll believe when they tell him he's worth loving. I've been saying it for about a decade now, but coming from me just wasn't the same as a right here, right now person who can prove it to him by being there loving him in all the ways that I'm sure you do.


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