Boy Meets Girl (June 30th)

Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right (and) forget about the ones who don't.
            -Anonymous

    For the past six months, I've been a woman obsessed with a man who is not my husband. Okay, maybe "obsessed" is putting it a bit strong, but I have definitely had this man on my mind – and not in a good way. This particular man is an acquaintance of mine - someone I once would have called a friend, but is now definitely not. You see, friends don't look down on you. Friends attempt to communicate. And friends smile when they see your face.
    Every time I have seen this man, I have attempted to be polite, make conversation and do the usual social thing. However, he barely acknowledges my presence and never attempts to reciprocate my friendly gestures. He is the kind of person who will spend hours talking about himself at dinner, and then leave the room as soon as you have something to say.
    The thing is, so many people I know think the sun shines out of this man's ass! And that is what bugs me the most. For some unknown reason to me, people simply adore this fellow. And he is constantly talked about with respect and admiration.
    A few months ago, a simply lovely woman I know commented on how "friendly and kind" this man was. I wanted to scream my objections! But I just smiled and gave a non-committal "uh-huh."
    I couldn't (and still can't) work out why people love him so much! Was I missing something here?
    Whatever the case is, over the following months I have been taking a peek into his life, almost on a daily basis. This peek comes in the form of the website, Facebook. And if you have ever used this site, you'd know how addictive it can be. Facebook allows you to gaze into the lives of your friends (or acquaintances) simply by looking at their photos, comments and other tidbits of information.
    Every time this man updates his Facebook page, I just have to look. In the same way that people who loath Paris Hilton, can't help but buy the magazines that feature her on the front cover, I have this inexplicable urge to look at his site. And then as soon as I see a new photo or comment, I immediately screw up my face and think about how irritating I find him.
    It's sick, I know.
    My husband suggested that I just remove him from my list of Facebook friends, but because I see this man on a semi-regular basis (at functions, etc), I think it would be a bit obvious if I hit the delete button.
    Anyway, I've just realised that I've been ranting about this man for nine paragraphs now (didn't I tell you I was obsessed?), and it's time to get over it. As the quote above says, "Love the people who treat you right. Forget about the ones who don't."
    So I think I'll just take a deep breath and go and give my beloved a big hug.
    (I feel better already).