....in the pursuit from love?

It occured to me today, sitting on the bus home from work, listening to my mp3 player (specifically "Kissing you" by Des'ree) that I am in specific denial of Love (yes, with a capital L!).

After the crushing (please refer to last year's posts... or not if you would like to be spared the emotional trauma) break-up with Ian, I guess I realised the futility of dependence.... must really stop using large words.

Anyway to shorten the words, I guess I've always believed in "epic love", and I'm not just going to settle for "love".  But at the moment, what with having 'just' broken up with Ian (I guess I'm going to have to drop that excuse soon) and being extremely busy....

...by the way, this is kinda funny.  I'm writing this at the same time as I'm talking to two guys on Gmail who have kinda influenced this speil....

....I'm really not up for Epic Love.  Epic Love can wait while I have fun as a single independent and juggle university work, karate, and jobhunting.  And just normal Love... while I'm sure it could be good... would feel just like a filler/time waster for me.

So (and this is just one of a few theories Vashti and I coming up with on why I kept getting hit on by american boys) I feel like american boys must be seeing me and thinking "wow, she's different... like in the movies!" and then want to embark on original, movie-like Epic Love Stories with me.  Meanwhile I'm just like "meh.... why don't we just be friends?" (which, of course, could become part of the movie plot)

So.  I guess the point of this post was... I'm not ready.  Now is not the time.  Sorry to reject the advances, but please wait for later, Epic Love.