This is a blog post I can’t publish for a long time.
When Taylor ended our nascent relationship a few weeks ago, she played the “chemistry” card. I know that card. It’s been played so many times. And I know why it gets played. I don’t fall for women quickly. I told Taylor I haven’t had butterflies since I was in college.
Tonight, I realized that wasn’t true. I got home from Allison’s birthday a few minutes ago, and found myself singing “I Could Write a Book,” I remembered Susan. The butterflies comment wasn’t true. I hadn’t felt butterflies since Fall of 2002, when I wandered around Manhattan singing “It Had to Be You” and other songs from When Harry Met Sally. Outside of Susan, though, I haven’t felt butterflies since Alia in 1996.
Until tonight. Tonight, I had butterflies again. Allison is so beautiful, so warm, so engaging. Oh, this is going to hurt so badly.