On the contrary, my dear. I can get you out of my head, and I will do so.
After
the initial euphoria of the 'oh my god a girl just kissed me for the
first time ever' period, I have begun to regain a sense of perspective vis a vis
said girl. The first two weeks were bliss interspersed by slavering anticipation of another kiss,
but the second two weeks (where we were on opposite sides of the
country) were hell. I couldn't concentrate on my nice, relaxing
canalboat holiday - no! I had to sit and stare at a bad photo, and
sigh and sigh and sigh.
Well, no
more! We're both going to university in a few weeks, once again on
opposite sides of the country. I am not going to waste one of the most
exciting times of my life (Fresher's Week, and the term that
follows) staring into space and thinking of 'very pretty girl who
considered me worth a smooch'. I will enjoy intimacy while it lasts,
but hey - I've survived for 18 years already, surely I can survive for
another three. That's ignoring the fact that my university has a 50/50
gender split, and I now know I'm not a completely socially inept geek
when über hot intelligent girl will go out with me.
I imagine this
stoic philosophy will last a few days. I'm hopelessly
clingy, it seems.