Deva or the third category

So I’ve met the male version of myself. It was Julie who introduced me to this guy whom I like a lot – no surprises there since he reminds me of me.

Until now I’ve distinguished between two types of men on this blog. Yesterday however, Deva reminded me that there’s another category: the ones you don’t want to sleep with for fear of getting involved in something unresolvable. It’s not that you don’t want it badly - a still face as a cloak around wild thoughts - and it’s not that you think you will change your mind in the morning, it’s just that you don’t know where your feelings will take you. Serge Gainsbourgs said that l’amour physique est sans issue – a dead end street – and that’s exactly the attraction of that kind of love. But I live by the rule that I have to feel that I don’t want more. And I am not sure that’s the case.

So my eyes are wandering off. There’s no better remedy for confusion than looking for clearcut answers in other men. Shallow is my middle name. I have a reputation to maintain.