A BRIEF INTRODUCTION

We've all been there. That feeling like you're walking on air. Cheeks aching from constant smiling. The feeling of airiness from within. It is the elation of infatuation that seeps through every pore of our bodies and every iota of our souls. Sometimes it last merely a day, sometimes we're left swimming in its hazy euphoria for weeks, even months.

One factor remains the same, however; The uncontrollable desire to tell someone. Anyone. Everyone.

Our friends, family, work colleagues all bare the brunt of our endless outpourings. Details of the first date, the second date, the kiss, the sex... Gradually, (or in some cases rapidly), the recipients tire of the incessant gushing but, drowning in new-partner-intoxication, we barely notice.

But, what happens when, due to some circumstance or other, you can't tell anyone. Not even your Mother. When you can't even acknowledge to your nearest and dearest friends that you're even considering such relations with the party concerned, let alone confess you're buzzing from the post-date cocktail of nerves, excitement and anticipation? For if you were to even let slip the most remote possibility of the aforementioned, the consequences could be catastrophic.

Reader, I can assure you, the feelings described in the above are not dampened by such circumstances. They are heightened, intensified but, accompanied by guilt, over analysis and fear.

My name is X and this is exactly the predicament I find myself in. So, where a written diary that no-one but myself can access has failed, a public (and anonymous) account of our love affair will hopefully succeed in satisfying my girlish desire to scream it, shout it and tell it to the world - I am completely, utterly, infinitely infatuated with Him.

Welcome to The X Girlfriend Archive.