I think i’m in crush with Hannelore

Flickr photo by llauren.

Dear Reader,

Imagine a bizarre-o otherworld where persons can have more than one significant other.

You’ve found The One, and then, quite without intending it, you find The Other One.

The One is your soul-mate, and your life partner, and all that, but there’s something about this other …one… that you just want to… embrace.

If The Other One happens to be a fictional character in a webcomic, then, that’s not even, like, cheating, yeah?

And besides, we’re imagining this bizarre-o otherworld where you can have more than one One, so cheating isn’t even an issue. Keep up!

Well, my The Other One in this bizarre-o otherworld would be Hannelore, from the webcomic Questionable Content.

We’ve been flirting for a while now, although i’m not sure she’s fully aware of it.

We have so much in common…

Well, ok. We have one thing in common. She’s text book obsessive compulsive, and i have the odd OCD moment.

Like, i’m more a pathophobe than an obsessive compulsive, but there are Venn intersects.

The thing that absolutely decided me on the fact that Hannelore was The Other One for me was this comic.

I’ll wait while you go and read it.

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See? How cute is that?

Plus, Gin-based drinks are my new BFFL (non-crush variety), since they allow me to cloak my growing alcoholism through the Gin’s powers of being clear-as-tap-water.

Except for Bombay Sapphire, that is, which is Harpic Flushmatic coloured, but – *pfft* – like i’m ever going to be able to afford Bombay Sapphire.

But i digress.

Hannelore… dreamboat, or what?

It’s ok if you don’t share my crush. In fact, it’s probably better that you don’t.

I just want your blessing.

It’s a little unusual, i guess, crushing on a webcomic character. But then, it could be worse. I could be crushing on my car, like that guy who’s become an internet celebrity (read “freak”) after coming out as a person who obtains great sexual pleasure from sexually penetrating his veedub Beetle’s exhaust pipe.

He mostly wears a condom when he’s tailpiping his lover, he says, to keep the grit and carbon off his cock so that it’s nice for the dinner table or something, but sometimes he’s just all giggly and spontaneous, and then he takes his car’s exhaust pipe bareback.

I don’t want to be said to be throwing stones, but i’m afraid i can’t imagine a bizarre-o otherworld bizarre-o enough for it to be normal to have one’s The Other One be a veedub Beetle.

It’s a little embarrassing; i’m just so-o-o-o repressed.

Yours,
Gullybogan