Saturday, May 21, 2011

Lola vs. If I Had A Soul She Would Be My Mate

If you're a faithful reader, you know exactly who I am talking about. My It's Complicated Long Distance Lover V. Today is our one year anniversary. And I can honestly say that having met her has restored my faith in random connections. I do feel like I've known her all of my life. Ok, yeah, it's a cliche. But you know what? It's fucking true. And if you don't like me using a cliche when describing the It's Complicated Love of My Life, well, you can shove it up your ass. It's because of her that I believe that the only successful relationship is a long distance one.

I like to think I have two periods in my life: BV and AV.

BV was a dark, dark place where my alcoholism had no partner. No purpose. No plan. It just included an endless stream of meaningless sex with strangers.


My alcohlism is no longer alone. It thrives. And is in Technicolor. But it has so much more. It has someone who shares and revels in its lingerie obsession. Someone who will be there to receive its incoherent drunk texts at 3:00am. Or make cake, have a three-way, and watch Bloodsport. Or even call it out when it's being a coward. Which my alcoholism desperately needs sometimes.

She fucking rocks. That is all.