This is the third instalment of my lunch date with beautiful Limo whilst enduring social anxiety.

I can`t actually say what it is that I was afraid of, or if I was at all afraid of anything. I know I`m not in a state of desperation, romantically speaking, so it can`t be that. Humans are a very social species and irrespective of what people say about liking their own company, it just doesn`t stack up. You`ve only got to look at the number of singles websites. They are full of people who like their own company, but seek more. I`m like that. Too much company with a romantic partner is never enough. Even jimmy barnes acknowledged that!

I remember past romances fondly and how I would be sick with desire in the first few months. Even as the passion faded in subsequent years, your soulmate(?) would always be in your head and heart, no matter what you were doing.

A person of significant learning once said that if two people (man and a woman) are trapped on a desert island for a substantial lenght of time, it wouldn`t matter who they were, they would fall in love eventually. Alas, if only my lunch date with Limo were to last a month or two. All my previous romances were the result of at least a month of close casual social contact with the woman, so meeting Limo for a relatively quick lunch was really never going to amount anything for her. I should have told her so I spose. Somehow I doubt whether she would have bought the whole story of my social anxiety. It`s not as if it`s like the common cold.

Limo is a unique woman. She`s very dedicated to her job yet professes to being jaded by bolshi self importance of her peers. She is very feminine, tough and composed, yet exhibits moments of emotional weakness. A few times I would have liked to give her a big hug to help her in some way, but the restrictions of copper wire and broadband links are huge.

Limo has been around the emotional block once or twice and she was/is very adept at reading my notes between the lines, except when I chose inconcise wording. That would throw her right off. I do believe I grew emotionally attached to kimo through our notes. I think she would say otherwise now, but I could be wrong. A lot of times she was very guarded with her feelings and desires and I don`t blame her for that. She did acknowledge that she was an old hand at online dating, so maybe the emotional firewall was always up.

I really don`t know how she does her internet dating so proficiently. Once I had made a connection with Limo, talking to other people felt kind of shallow and empty. The repetition of my dreams and goals seemed fraudulent in some way. I guess when the emotional memory of Limo subsides I will get back online and take advantage of my yearly subscription.