That gooey feeling thing

Women have always got something to hide, that's why they wear so
much make-up.
When I first met her, I thought she was an alien. I don't mean she
physically resembled an alien, in the Alien film sense. She didn't
slobber at the mouth or anything. It was the opposite. She was just so
beautiful that I thought she couldn't be from this planet. Yes, I do
realise that sounds rather silly now but seriously for a time there, I
really thought I'd fallen head over heels in love with an
extra-terrestrial.
Yeah, alright, looking back, maybe in my heart of hearts I knew she
wasn't really from outer space but to be truthful I got to quite like
the idea. Trips abroad etc, a chance to learn new languages...........
The main thing though was that she was so beautiful and intelligent and
above all, well, she appeared to love me as much as I loved her.
I knew it was love of course because every time I was near her I got
this feeling. This lovely little shiver feeling. The sort of shiver
which runs up your back when you get into a nice hot bath on a cold
day. An electric tickle thing. That gooey feeling thing. You know that
gooey feeling thing.
Anyway to cut a long relationship short it wasn't to be. I found out
she was actually engaged to someone else. Her childhood sweetheart. I
was nothing but an affair. Curiously she couldn't see what the problem
was. See, she wanted to marry the other guy and sort of keep me on the
side. But I didn't want to be on the side. I wanted to be in the
middle.
Naturally I tried to persuade her. Leave your childhood behind and
ditch the lingering schoolboy I pleaded ,but it was all to no avail. So
I was left with no choice other than to say goodbye. Not that I
actually said the word goodbye to her, all dramatic like, I just said
bye. I mean it's the same thing, only less corny.
And that was that. I was distraught. I was so sure. Above all I said
never again. Never again would I fall into that grip of over whelming
love which makes you blind to reality. Never again would I fall for
that gooey feeling thing. You know that gooey feeling thing.

I believe that every love is greater than the one before.

I've just met someone else now. Someone who seems so wonderful, so
magical, I can imagine spending the rest of my life with her. The thing
is though, this time I'm a little scared I might be falling for
something which isn't really there again. Deja vu, deja done, you
know?
Take the other night for example. We were on the couch just watching T.
V., happily doing nothing together. Then I looked across at her and I
suddenly felt this gooey feeling thing. You know that gooey feeling
thing. But this time it was a million times more powerful than I had
ever felt before. It was the most unbelievable sensation. Whoooosh! And
I got scared, so scared.
So the next day I simply made my excuses not to see her again. Just
like that. Because I felt I just couldn't take the chance of believing
something which may not be there in the first place.
She said she couldn't understand, of course. Started crying her eyes
out, saying she felt this and that. Yeah, right I thought. I have to
admit though, she seemed pretty genuine, and I did well to remind
myself it was all an illusion, nothing but an illusion.
The thing is however, and I know you'll think I'm crazy, but I just
can't stop thinking about her. From time to time I even wonder if she
might be the real thing. The whole Shebang. That maybe I'm wrong and
she's as good as she seems. And I got to thinking even, that perhaps
I'll just tell her. Any day now. Take her to one side and confess the
way I feel about her. All casual and oh by the way kind of thing.
See, the point is, before I used to say women have always got something
to hide, that's why they wear so much make-up. Now, well, I guess you
just have to take a chance sometimes. Maybe this girl's feelings are as
genuine as mine. Maybe I'd better just take a chance. Tell her that
I've got this gooey feeling thing. In the hope she'll whisper back to
me she's got the gooey feeling thing too. You know that gooey feeling
thing she'll smile and I'll reply, quietly, yeah, I know that gooey
feeling thing. Wouldn't that be great? Wouldn't that be love.