Jodie and Katie

This is a story of Love at first site and the understanding that your life will never be the same

‘…You know when you have met the love of your life when you know your life is out of your hands, whatever you have, whatever you own, you must give it up and risk it all for the love of a lifetime…’

A gift for Jodie, Christmas 2008

May our love story go on through generations

All my love, Katie x

Chapter One

The beginning of the twist

I’m sat in my lounge, curled up on a snuggler chair with the telly on, I very rarely watch the television but I need a distraction. I am sat here in clothes that are for a night out, yes…I am all dolled up, I’m looking at my phone constantly, pressing buttons…any buttons, waiting for a text, I’m also looking at the clock. Believe it or not ten minutes ago I was in a club ready to take pictures for a friend’s birthday…I’m a photographer. I got there and realized on turning my camera on it was very short on battery…so in a taxi I jumped and now I am back here…waiting for it to re-charge itself to a suitable level and then the plan is to venture out again, all dolled up again, ready to roll…again…and entering with a fresh smile…again.

Truth is, I don’t want to go out, I can’t be bothered, there is nothing I Wouldn’t give to have something happen so that I don’t have to go…but you know what? I’ve been texting this girl, I’ve has some realistic epiphany that has given me a huge desire to venture into the unknown, I want a girlfriend, I finally have hit an age where the idea sounds appealing, the thought even better, the life of being with someone also sounds appealing…so, in putting the energies and ideas out there I’ve left myself open to meeting new people, especially nice, mature ones in which I can have a union. I’ve developed quite the fan club at my work…barmaid…gay area…I’ve had a few drinks with girls…but nothing, some are nice, consistent, so…while I am still unsure about them I’m just keeping it at that stage. It is very hard for me to commit to someone, there’s a part of me who was so badly controlled at one point that the idea of not having non-restrictive freedom just scares me senseless, but the sleeping around, the constant performance of one night shows and the constant display of first impressions is getting tiresome. I have to be charming all the time, smiley, give the impression I care and am interested in them, but I’m loosing control and I’m getting used, I’m the new girl on the scene and everyone wants to get there first, I trust no-one…I’m bored…and I’m scared.