Timing

Timing.

The comic's best friend. The comic's worst enemy.

The catalyst of two people meeting; of sparks slicing and frittering into a night sky; to merge into something beautiful and huge, like an opera of colours and dizzying emotions that are popping out of a million champagne bottles, pop, pop, pop, POW! Right in the kisser. Bang. Shot to the heart. Shot to the pelvic area, where night flies buzz and swirl; they light you up inside, take you for a ride, turn day to night, while showing dancing lights. Timing can be beautiful.

Or timing dismisses you.

Timing is the waiting around for hours in London for girl X/Y/Z to show up, only to then find out:

A) They had got wasted on drugs with friends the night before

B) Met someone else the night before, stayed over at theirs and decided not to tell me.

C) They were getting back with their ex.

None meant to be. All duds; poor jokes and tumble weeds. Cest. La. Vie.

You can't even blame people for timing. You can blame people for being arseholes, but for timing? No.

Some people just still really love their ex; who are you to think they are an idiot for it? Just because you've had enough time, you think you have the right to feel vilified or mad? They haven't had enough nights of crying into their pillows, of torturing themselves over whether or not to send a text to the person they love, of writing for and against lists again and again as to whether or not they should stay with that person/give it another try... for old times sake. For loves sake.

Daenerys thinks the Game of Thrones is hard? She should try lesbian dating

I mean, for fucks sake. Its tough. Incredibly tough.

Right now, I am in a wonderful place where I am more or less indifferent to love and the opportunity to meet someone special. I don't crave love. Nor do I fear it. I fear living with someone again, of them taking my time, taking me away from my own life and hobbies and turning me into a faceless entity, lacking any form of identity. I have re-found myself and that took a while. Its not something I particularly wanna do again any time soon, if ever.

Jo Cooper: available for hugs most weekends.

But love is wonderful. Maybe not right now. But at some point again, of course.

The downside to dating is that we assume/hope that everyone is on the same level as us, or wants the same as us, or is at least a moderately functioning human being. However, reaching that level doesn't happen over night and ultimately all everyone wants is some attention and for someone to care. So I guess the moral to this story is, whoever you date, give them a cuddle. Doesn't matter if they don't ever call you back, or it fizzles out, or they are occupied with someone else. We are all in our own time zones; but what travels beyond those ticking clocks is a great big hug.