YOU ARE NOT ALONE.

Lisa has moved house. She is now nearer the sea but further from water – weird ain’t it? She appears to be sharing a house, as there are at least 3 other people at the same address. I sent her an email to congratulate her on achieving a degree (I assumed she passed). I got an auto-response informing all emailers of her intended move (it confirmed what I had suspected). I later received an auto-response telling me she’d received my email greeting. That was about 5 days ago. She, herself, has not personally responded in anyway.

Today, I checked her online persona. She has dumped 4 friends. In away I feel better. It means that whatever the problem has been it is more her than me. She seems to sway emotionally with the moon’s phases. Perhaps on some level she is getting her own back on ALL MEN - Hurt us, as she has been hurt in her past?

Despite my bravest intentions I have found it impossible to stop thinking about Lisa. I keep ignoring the most obvious signs of "her lack of interest". I keep hanging on the smallest hope. I keep thinking that somewhere along life's road she'll see the real value of what I represent. Of course I also see the same argument being raised about my expectations. However I am bewitched.

Coincidence 1: In her new residence she is now living less about 100m from the other Lisa.

Coincidence 2: During my time at my place of work. One of the clients we have the honour of taking care of is an ex-boyfriend of Lisa’s. I have not made him aware of my connection. I have not asked him about Lisa – so he knows nothing of my information. I know of his (how? I have my sources). He too is from her neck of the woods.

The past month has not been easy. I strained my left groin super-stretching for an impossible ball in footy (I got the ball, but it got me too). It’s now week 2 away from the beautiful game.

My sister was down this past week. She has now lost all her hair. The lil guy was fun. He played non-stop with the local kids and his cousins when they were down. I didn’t spend much time with them as it was mostly during the working week.

I maybe getting some insurance payback for my stolen bike. Time will tell. It’s been a fight with the insurance company and their “settled” methods. So I maybe racing on a brand new speed mobile.

I recently fell off my backup bike. I grazed a 3cmx2cm area of my left elbow and revealed white flesh. This happened in the morning as I was cycling to work. The night before had been raining. The path appeared dry. However as I took a wide turn at speed, the back tyre slid out and I went sliding. Luckily no bones were broken, no extra muscles/tendons torn, the left groin did not feel any worse. A walker witnessed my fall and kept asking me if I was alright. I answered him through the soundtrack playing on my mp3 player (without realising until later). I was obviously slightly dazed but coherent. Another witness, a lady on a bike, cycled on without stopping. I got back on my bike with my elbow bleeding below my T-shirt sleeve – a slow trickle. At work, I washed the elbow and P, a first-aider, raided the first aid box and applied a cotton-wool bandage on the elbow. The bike appeared unaffected in any major way. I managed the workday without problems and remained cheerful as ever.

Life is the same as it ever was. I still am amazed by the “couples” that exist in my line of work. Even the weirdest client seems to be partnered. Darwin would be proud.