Sick of SITTING and still too exhausted to contemplate work, I ventured out, with the remains of my flu, to meet my lover.

We shared germs. :p

Saturday marks the sixth anniversary of our first meeting. I remember, so clearly, the moment I first saw him on the dance floor, his white shirt glowing under the ultra violet ..... blonde and fresh faced ..... a neat body, so perfectly packaged ..... pristine ..... he was beautiful. :oops:

He was also bright and friendly and interesting and funny and obviously trying to impress me, but it didn't enter my mind that he was really 'interested' in me .....(Me? Fat and frumpy and years and years older?) .....

Then we danced ..... and we fitted together just like peas and carrots. :D (Thank you Forrest Gump)

It was heaven to be in his arms ..... I closed my eyes and allowed myself to melt into him ..... and as he held me close I heard his gentle whispers ..... "Maggie Thatcher", "Maggie Thatcher", "Maggie Thatcher" ...... I was horrified to discover that I was dancing with a member of a Tory cult! ..... But then I realised, with relief, that the poor boy was attempting, unsuccessfully, to control his throbbing erection :p

He pursued me with e-mails and phone calls until our first 'date' two months later ..... I fell 'in love' with him there and then ..... I remember the exact moment ..... As he walked to the bar I was struck by his beauty, the line of his profile, his compact body ..... I felt so overwhelmingly lucky to be able to be in his company ...... even now, the memory of that moment leaves me breathless. (Please feel free to vomit if you wish)

Six years later and we have survived a roller coaster of emotions. His faults are all to obvious and frustrating and fascinating and irritating ...... and I still wonder at his beauty and I still get excited at the prospect of seeing him, and I still grieve when we are separated and I only, truly, feel whole when my hand is in his ..... I love him. (Ahhhhh):oops:

So, today I shared my germs with the man I love. I selfishly put him at risk of flu.:-/
Does this cast a doubt on the depth of my love?

Should I feel guilty? :roll:

Sparky x