SNAFU

Posted by Lianne Gutcher at 13:05 on 20 Apr 2010

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So I met Someone Nice and I've been seeing him for two months.
 
This person, who we will call the Perfect Journalist, is not married, has no children (as far as we are both aware), does not wave guns around in an irresponsible manner or keep rocket launchers in his closet. He is neither a narcissist nor a creationist. He does not think I need breast implants and it's highly unlikely he would suggest I undergo an exorcism. (I kid you not, on the last one. The person in question didn't want me to be exorcised but told me now he'd had someone else exorcised. "It was really disturbing for me to see her head spinning and throwing up.") He is nice and kind and more-or-less stable without being dull. I didn't even mind the beard, when he had one.  
 
Sadly, his debut on my blog coincides with his departure from Kabul. He is off to cover another insurgency. He left for a two-week holiday, got a job offer while he was away, and isn't coming back - leaving me, and apparently all his possesions, behind. But I am happy for him; it is what he wanted.
 
But still, it's so Kabul. SNAFU. I was waiting for the hidden psychopathic streak to emerge and totally missed departure sneaking up on the blind side.  

It was lovely having Someone Nice around while it lasted. But it's getting to the point: why bother? Clearly, though, reading Lucy's tales, internet dating in London isn't a winner either.

My colleague came in recently and announced that two of her friends who met in Kabul just got engaged. So one must continue to let hope triumph over experience. Isn't that a definition of madness though? Doing the same thing over and again and expecting a different outcome?
 
I think for now there is one option. The boys didn't give combat as a cure for heartbreak a ringing endorsement but it's worth exploring. So, an embed. I think some quality time hanging out in foxholes with the Afghan National Army may be just the tonic.

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