With the number of 'how do I get me the girl I like' threads on here, I thought I may as well. (Note: names changed to protect the innocent.)
So, back in March, I posted a thread regarding me and my ex-girlfriend, or rather, just my ex-girlfriend, as she was all I was thinking about at the time. She's currently getting psychotherapy, and yesterday, her brother (our agreed go-between) contacted me saying that she was doing OK, but it was still early days yet, and the rusty cogs in my head finally started to clank. Thus, the centre of attention has shifted from her to... well, me.
To put things into context, a synopsis of my (debatably fucked up) love life:
With Annie, we were together for the last three years of her life, and in that time, we had our ups and downs, and in hindsight, were it not for her death, I'd probably still be with her, fights and all (racist family notwithstanding).
Subsequent therapy I went through brought me into contact with Cassie, and it started as a relationship of convenience, as we became each other's confidante. Over a period of a few months, we came to care for and trust each other implicitly, suddenly decided together that we were an item, and dated for six years. We broke up under some of the worst circumstances that left us in a genuinely fucked up state, and the growing realisation that we weren't good for each other.
Finally, Helene (with whom I got blind drunk as a prelude to the relationship) liked me a lot more than I liked her, and I was still hung up on Cassie, and it doesn't take a genius to see how wrong that could go. I broke it off when I realised just how much of a jerk I was.
That was when I was 23. And it has only just occurred to me: I haven't the faintest idea how to go about getting a girlfriend the 'normal' way. Seeing as how I've always 'fallen into' relationships, starting one in the traditional manner is a strangely alien concept to me. So when I was single for a while, it hit me: I'm going into town... without a girl... this feels strange. After a while, it seemed rather liberating, but thinking of the months that Cassie was living with me made me realise how much I've come to crave intimacy.
Much as I'd like to call myself 'otherwise normal', I have avoidant personality disorder, depression (it's better now, but not quite gone, and I don't think it'll ever be), a capricious temper and a severe inferiority complex. All in all, I'd call this a terrible personality (though, once you've read this... d'uh, of course I would).
So, uh, help... I guess?
So, back in March, I posted a thread regarding me and my ex-girlfriend, or rather, just my ex-girlfriend, as she was all I was thinking about at the time. She's currently getting psychotherapy, and yesterday, her brother (our agreed go-between) contacted me saying that she was doing OK, but it was still early days yet, and the rusty cogs in my head finally started to clank. Thus, the centre of attention has shifted from her to... well, me.
To put things into context, a synopsis of my (debatably fucked up) love life:
With Annie, we were together for the last three years of her life, and in that time, we had our ups and downs, and in hindsight, were it not for her death, I'd probably still be with her, fights and all (racist family notwithstanding).
Subsequent therapy I went through brought me into contact with Cassie, and it started as a relationship of convenience, as we became each other's confidante. Over a period of a few months, we came to care for and trust each other implicitly, suddenly decided together that we were an item, and dated for six years. We broke up under some of the worst circumstances that left us in a genuinely fucked up state, and the growing realisation that we weren't good for each other.
Finally, Helene (with whom I got blind drunk as a prelude to the relationship) liked me a lot more than I liked her, and I was still hung up on Cassie, and it doesn't take a genius to see how wrong that could go. I broke it off when I realised just how much of a jerk I was.
That was when I was 23. And it has only just occurred to me: I haven't the faintest idea how to go about getting a girlfriend the 'normal' way. Seeing as how I've always 'fallen into' relationships, starting one in the traditional manner is a strangely alien concept to me. So when I was single for a while, it hit me: I'm going into town... without a girl... this feels strange. After a while, it seemed rather liberating, but thinking of the months that Cassie was living with me made me realise how much I've come to crave intimacy.
Much as I'd like to call myself 'otherwise normal', I have avoidant personality disorder, depression (it's better now, but not quite gone, and I don't think it'll ever be), a capricious temper and a severe inferiority complex. All in all, I'd call this a terrible personality (though, once you've read this... d'uh, of course I would).
So, uh, help... I guess?