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For a while know I have had the suspicious notion that the men I’ve dated so far, have perceived me as their ‘side dish’ and not their main course. I’ve been what the French appropriately call an ‘amuse bouche’ (literally an amusing mouthful). I tickled their appetite ….for more….just not more of me !!

It leaves me a little sad and disappointed to say the least, for it just seems so hard to understand that someone can like so much of you, yet, not want you. But I suppose it’s exactly like that appetizer, it’s a flavour explosion that makes you curiously long for the next dish…..yes…the next one. A hidden seduction… an enticement. If we ‘translate’ that into intimate relationships, I have only been that which one tries before the real master piece is welcomed and approved of, in other words a ‘flirtation’ of sorts.

It has been very frustrating to be honest, many tears have trickled down my cheeks over this, and however much I’d like to understand it.

I don’t.

Can a ‘side dish’ ever turn into a main platter ?! Do I stand a chance in a world saturated with numerous ‘pieces de resistance’ ?!

One thing I’m sure of…I no longer want to be that side dish…. the one that seems suitable and readily available to accompany all meals. Easily combined and always enjoyable yet never quite the filler. I long for a complimentary combination or the whole hog. In this case that would make me the center piece of the table like a magestic banquet of…, in my case, pork.

So how do you go from being a simple ‘extra’ to the most wanted platter…well that’s where I seem a little lost and confused. Afterall, pork needs gravy, lamb is complemented by mintsauce, chicken goes best with lemon, garlic and spices, and even bread needs butter to complete it. Still that leaves me nowhere. Except back where I started…as the complimentary side dish. Which I’ve decided I no longer want to be.

I guess what I’m trying so hard to say is that I no longer want to be assigned the crumbs in this meal of a lifetime. I will attend the table in honour or not at all. I will be scrumptiously tasted and flavoured and will only be satisfied if my ‘taster’ is left longing for more, concluding that I’m finger-licking delicious and should be cherished and adored like any proper ‘piece de resistance’ ought to be !!!

For now though….I have decided to decline my place at the table in order to have an appropriate ‘men pause’… so at this moment in time this ‘side dish’ is off limits to the empty stomachs of uncommittable men with hunger pangs.

Find myself struck and stuck, not because I have no stories left to tell but because after my ‘Heart Locked’ blog, all emotion seems to have hit the ‘off‘ button. So the next fase sets in and I suppose it leaves me pondering… and wondering…the question this time being…

‘Now what’ !!

I realise that this will most probably be a temporary state of mind, yet find myself feeling a bit uneasy as it might just be a bigger breath to hold this time. Feeling stuck in the moment…seeing no exit. Emotions locked away, safe and sound. Living day by day, moment by moment, no aspiration for more. Perfectly content, yet with the knowledge that hiding away feelings is most probably not the wisest way to go.

Is it possible, that I’m enjoying life, without sharing it ?! Without the longing to share it ….between two drawn souls. No need for that extra pair of everything, no need for another heart’s warmth. Just living the moment, without loss, or disappointment, learning to be just me and slowly falling in love with that.

Stuck in the eye of life’s storm, with a chance to soon be struck again, or maybe, just maybe, my pondering thoughts, may help it last… a little longer, long enough to get unstuck in the middle. Wondering the purpose of this pauze, as it baffles the brain yet leaves me with calm ease and tranquility.

Having time and space, to get unstuck from this momentary lapse may be the only cure, and best way out…of something I’m not sure I want to leave behind.

Looking left and right, front and back, but twirling in the midst of it, till the twirl’s undone. Will I then have reached the ‘unstuck’ ?!

To all the stuck, I know this blog is crystal clear and to all others it must be a complete and utter ‘fog blog’. My apologies for that but cannot provide you with anymore clarity of mind or matter. It is what it is, and it will be what it will be…for as long as it shall be. Live to the boundaries, close the exits, remove the doubts and warm the hearth. Welcome to the basics of love.

Paulo Coelho Writing books is a socially acceptable form of getting naked in public