Excuse Me... Do I Know You From Somewhere?

I can't remember if I've brought this up before, but I keep running into this girl in Stratford-upon-Avon. This isn't the girl at the estate agents... a long time has passed since then, and I believe she has vanished off the face of the Earth. No, this is a girl who I once stepped out the way for, whilst I was waiting for my friend Rob to buy a breakfast bap from a trailer canteen. We've crossed paths several times since, because Rob parks his car on the same stretch of road every Thursday/Friday.

Rob has nicknamed her "The Mona Lisa Girl" because as he puts it, she has an enigmatic "I know something you don't know" smile on her face whenever we see her.

I suspect this is probably because she thinks that Rob and I are actually an item, which is hilarious (and also more than a little tragic)! I think his wife might have something to say about that.

Now the other week I had to bus in to work and the strange thing is, I could have sworn she got on the bus for the morning journeys... I'd have never have thought she lived round my neck of the woods... maybe she has a doppelganger, I thought. Whilst I sat there pondering whether or not this was in fact the same person (and trying very hard not to look like I was staring), something else occurred to me. There has been something familiar about her that I couldn't quite touch upon. I contemplated in my mind what it could possible be

The first thing that popped into my mind was this old blog I had written many moons ago. That is why she is so familiar, she bears a striking resemblance to the imaginary girl from my dream back then. I'm not putting stock in my unhealthily hyperactive imagination though... it gets me into trouble... during my teens it sometimes even controlled ME!

The trouble with me is that when I'm not focused I go off on my own wibbly wobbly adventures... and when I am focused, I am so intense. I need to find some kind of happy medium.

Oh and when I find that happy medium, there is one last trap that I tumble headlong into...

...there is an old Weetabix advert that sums it up so perfectly:

I always seem to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Just when I'm getting somewhere, I start to get cold feet and doubt myself and cloud my mind with worry about serious stuff. One day.... God willing, I'm going to get past that pesky sheriff in my subconscious and do something like this:

I try not to let it occupy my mind because I know that when you do, it shows and that scares the ladies off like nothing else. I can't help it though, every so often I grow tired of waiting and find myself feeling frustrated. Sometimes I think that my time alone is a necessary sacrifice repaying for my last disastrous relationship... and that things won't turn around until an equal length of time has been spent "in exile". I have nothing solid to base this theory on, it is merely a suspicion and ill feeling that I have.

Well that's enough about me banging on about relationships or rather lack of... back to business!