I was pretty damn smitten at first, until she turned somewhat abusive, clingy-as-heck, and went crazy every once in a while, and did some other crazy stuff; her times of the month were a freaking nightmare, Jeez. (granted it was the first time my dealing with that particular department) Made the right choice in walking away, to be honest, as hard is it was; it took her pressuring the heck out of me to get me to just tell her to jog the heck on, which was the last time I really had anything to do with her, bar the accidental, awkward bump in the streets, as you do. I wasn't perfect, either; I was most definitely not perfect, but she was a whole different kettle of... not perfect. xD She's married with a kid, now; sure she's doing marvelously. I can't help but to wonder if she's doing the same crazy stuff to that poor guy. *bad person for thinking that*

There was another, and I think in some strange way, that was very much the real deal, but stuff happens... long story, blah blah blah. Man, when things were great, they really were great; she was quite something, and I won't forget the good times in a hurry. The bad times still haunt me, though, even a few years later. Learned a lot from that. Last I heard she was married, too, and seemingly happy; pretty pleased about that, to be honest.

Anyway, yeah, I think I've had the whole tralala-fluffy-bunnies things. I think now that I'm older, my head is probably sane enough not to think that everything is all fluffy-bunnies, ESPECIALLY when women are involved; there will be bad and there WILL be good; you just have to work through it all.

Now, if I get into that boat again, ... I think it'll be better... so much better, because I like to think now my head isn't entirely in the clouds like it was when I was younger. I feel I have more of a grip on what to expect. I'm willing to drudge through some tough times (provided it's no the aforementioned unspecifics) if she's the "one for me", as they say.

Possibly triggering for OCD fear of harming someone:

It's true what they say, though - communication really is key, as is the right communication. For example, I made the mistake of sharing a lot of my OCD nonsense with the first mentioned woman, and that didn't go down so great, because she knew nothing about OCD and wasn't really equipped to understand that; I'm amazed she even put up with what she did. I will never forget the time I led on my hands, shaking and tearing up, refusing to touch her, because I feared I'd somehow hurt her. Yeah, I'm a ****ing idiot, I know.

Sorry - I dunno where that all came from.