Gingham is the new black.

I was told by an English acquaintance I met in person on several occasions from an Internet dating service I was sexy and then later deluded on the same day. Needless to say we won't be seeing each other again. I felt strangely compelled to him. His eccentricities were many and I couldn't keep my head from spinning romantic Hugh Grant mumbling boyish shy thoughts.

Trips to the cinema, interesting coffee talks, long walks in the country side, and rural luncheons out in picturesque settings eventually made me swell up like a huge idiotic hot aired balloon and explode. This country has me on my knees. Everywhere I look the moss filled spaces fill in the cracks and the grotesque yew trees bend and twist only to greet me..oh how poetic huh? What I'm trying to say is that England has a huge romantic side and I can't help but take to it even if the people residing in this country don't care or over look it. Most are too busy making money or impressing their friends with large SUVs, designer clothes, fake tans and big phones with useless apps. Mostly everyone here it seems overlook the points of interests, the awesome history or overall importance of art around them. But sometimes, just sometimes one or two stand out of the crowd and take me out for a spin, realize I'm not like any English girls they know, freak out and politely shoooo me away.

I need to get my head of the clouds, but hey I like it so I won't.

I think the new disastrous romance has made me realize my life's social pattern as the hopeless romantic a passive one, hrmmm I think the deluded comment was a fair one. Sexy? Well that's another story.