These Boots Are Made For Walkin'

At times like these, I can't answer you precisely which is worse; to get into a relationship or to get out of one. Maybe it is easier to walk out of a marriage than to free yourself from a romance that started in folly and by the look of it, will end in a disaster. It is probably easier to pack a suitcase of clothes and walk out of a marriage and keep going until you reach some distant place you consider a nice spot to get into a relationship with a woman you meet in a bar, write a book, and move on again, walking out of yet another relationship the way you have walked out on others like her. I am no Hemingway to be doing something like this. Anyone can tell you it's not good to do this sort of thing because you may end up just like him, blowing the brains out with a double barrel shotgun somewhere in a cabin up a mountain where the noise won't bother no one.

If there's a lesson I can learn from the kind of lifestyle Hemingway used to lead it's this; that you can't go on and on looking for that perfect someone to fall in love with and live happily ever after. Maybe I've been doing this too long. Or that perfect someone exists only in my mind, this Elizabeth Taylor-like person who I figure would have all the attributes of the screen idol I saw for the first time when I couldn't even pronounce her name correctly. Or maybe this perfect marriage that I have created in my mind doesn't exist in the real world, the world where people put on weight and worry about rising cost of living.

It would be a lie for me to tell you that I don't feel anything out of this brief fling with this someone with whom I have received a total of 70 sms over the last few days. In a lot of ways, I am glad it ended this way. It took quite a lot to put everything in perspective. To lay it all down so she could see that this is not the way it's supposed to be. It's simply wrong. It ain't right. And I for one don't want to break the rules when it comes to falling in love with someone else's missus. Any fool can see that the whole thing will end up in a mess. And a lot of hearts are going to be broken. So rather than breaking a lot of innocent hearts, I figure it is much much better to break her heart with the fact that; no, ma'am, I am not in love with you. I was being nice the way I always do with people, especially women. And a lot of women will tell you that I am extra nice with women, especially pretty ones. Especially so with those with Elizabeth Taylor look. I am born this way and there is nothing I can do about it.

I hope all this will end without untoward incident. Maybe I'm gonna be in a lot of trouble over this. So if you find my blog is not being updated on time, you know that I have caught the first plane out on a one-way trip to destination unknown. At times like these, I am even willing to trade places with those Malaysians being held captive in Sudan. I like the Sudanese. And I like the food. But it's not a place to stay around long because I prefer Tehran. Women are prettier there.

I'm out of here.