When a person is lovesick they experience a deep, often depressing, feeling of wanting to find love. Lovesick is to be longing for love; to be without a companion to share one’s life with, though it is deeply desired. Another version of lovesick is when you are in love with someone where the love is unrequited. You have fallen for the unattainable and you might follow him or her around like a lovesick puppy.
The first time I was truly lovesick was when I fell for my gay boyfriend back in eighth grade. We did actually date, for six whole weeks, but then we broke up and I continued to be in love with him and he moved on to date this incredibly skinny drama queen at our high school the following year. He wasn’t out as gay at this point, though he had come out to me as bisexual when we were together. I was cool with it, which I now find interesting because I didn’t know any other bi guys and I haven’t really known any openly bi guys since. Of course, he turned out to be totally 100% gay, but I was glad that I didn’t have any issues with it. Of course our sexual contact was limited in that eight grade innocent kind of way. We kissed a lot and it wasn’t very good. We French kissed and I think he was eager to make sure his tongue found every inch of the inside of my mouth.
But I was lovesick over him for months, years after we were together. I hated his skinny girlfriend and I plotted her death. Even after it was pretty clear to everyone that he was batting for the other team, I still dreamt that we would find our way back to each other.
My next lovesick experience was with this guy I was dreamy over who I fucked twice. I thought we were heading for some kind of relationship until the second time we slept together and at four in the morning he told me very gently that he wanted me to leave because he didn’t want me to accidentally run into his mother the next morning. Oh, did I mention he was twenty-eight and still living in his mother’s basement, in the same bedroom he had all through elementary and high school? Sometimes you just pick winners.
When you’re lovesick you’re a totally useless human being. You can’t eat or sleep or concentrate on anything. Try not to be lovesick when you’re trying to finish graduate school. And passed the age of twenty-five, being lovesick looks kind of silly. Eventually we learn to take our emotions in stride.
1. The last time I was lovesick I lost so much weight I looked anorexic. Then he broke my heart and I ate twelve boxes of cereal in four days and gained ten pounds.
2. When I’m lovesick I stutter. Then I sound like a retarded person. Then I accidentally say racist things.
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