I just got back from Noosa (for most of you who, most likely, don't know, Noosa is like heaven on Earth. It's the sunny place to go and beach bum if you live in cold and rainy Melbourne.) AND I have a story for you. SOOO I broke up with my girlfriend of six months two days before as none of you probably know, and went to Noosa. The first few days were uneventful and beach bumming around, lazing in the sun and whatnot. Then on the second last day (flying out the next day), the most gorgeous girl I have ever seen in my life, with her brother and mother (presumably), put their towels a few meters away. Sorry to have a Holden Caulfield moment here, but: Boy, was she gorgeous .. and had a fantastic body and I was instantly smitten. And when I say gorgeous, this was like jizz in your pants gorgeous. So to speak. So about half an hour later, I'm in the water with a friend, and she comes in with her brother. We locked eyes a couple times, I winked, and got hit by a wave and she laughed .. but I never went over and actually talked to her. I don't know why. Maybe I just couldn't get the confidence up without some form of alcohol, but whatever it was, I couldn't. And it pissed me off. After locking eyes with each other a couple more times on the beach, she got up and left. Walked right past me, and I didn't say anything .. it was this moment of hesitation that I've been thinking about for the past 36-48 hours or however long it's been. And I keep thinking of how it could have gone, and how charismatic I could have been, but wasn't. And it makes me sad. So after she left, I decided I still had a day left. So I tried to find her. It was crazy. I have no idea what got into my head, but I thought that *somehow* she would just appear and I would talk to her and it would be like a wonderful movie scene where she doesn't think I'm a stalker and thinks it's sweet. I walked around the main strip for an hour, just thinking. Then I prayed to a God I know doesn't exist, or think doesn't exist, in the hope that He, in his eternal wisdom and power, would *somehow* be able to spawn her directly in front of me, and I'd be able to talk to her. And then, when I went out to dinner that night with my family, I thought I'd see her there. It was stupid. And I obviously didn't. THEN THE NEXT DAY AT THE AIRPORT, I thought I'd see her there. I thought I'd be sitting next to her on the plane. And I started to go insane. Now I'm overcome with this profound feeling of depression, sorrow and .. endlessness or meaninglessness I guess. And all over this girl who I didn't talk to, didn't know where she lived, didn't know what language she spoke.. didn't even know her name! It's uncanny, and I keep telling myself that it wasn't meant to be, and that she probably didn't live even remotely near me, and that it never had any chance. But then I think that it could have worked, and I get all depressed again. I'm crazy, right? So there's my story. And for some strange reason, I feel less depressed getting that out. So console me if you can, or share your stories of sorrow and such.
Aww Will Sounds terrible. I know what you mean though. I havn't tried the EXACT same, but I have tried seen guys that I wished I would've talked to. I mean, you never know if they could've been the one ? But to me it also sounds like you were "just" blinded by her looks xD You don't know her personality etc. It's kinda like a celebrity crush, where you have no idea who they are, you just WANT THEM SO BAD! (lol, you can hear I've tried that before..) I also used to have a crush on this guy from my city, who I didn't even KNOW who was. I just used too look for him everywhere etc. and I really had a crush on him for a looooooong time. Then I started in the same school as him, got to know him, and knew he was such a jerk =o Love at first sight? Don't really believe in it. I don't know.. Sorry if all this is just blabber, but I felt like I had to reply. Your post made me sad
Love sucks man, I spent yesterday night going from club to club to 'accidentally' bump into my ex-girlfriend but didn't. Thank God for wingmen though.