I was once, in 1999, age 29, so madly, stupidly in love with someone that I'd literally loose my power of speech looking at him, listening to him talk. It was just way way too much to process - he was that unbelievably, impossibly 'my kind of' stunning...my kind my of man who didn't want me to be his woman. I'd realise halfway though a conversation that I didn't get a single word he said because I was transfixed staring at his hair, his eyes, the smile in them, his lips, hands, fingers. How much taller than me he was.
And then there was his voice, his mannerisms, his smell, his way of twirling the glass of wine round and round, slowly. My god. Sigh. He was a rubbish cook and a brilliant bass guitarist.. 'Blair Witch Project' was one of million things we had in common. Shut the f up woman. This is 24 years ago now.
Somehow I'm thinking this isn't what you're talking about...Alex?