My failure is complete when it comes to relationships. I've had many. Lately I've been thinking about all those failures and wondering what the fuck happened. Beer can be blamed for some. I came across this picture recently and it seemed to open my eyes a bit. In 1977 I was 12. I think I was 13 when we finally got around to seeing Star Wars. My brother and I were already in love with Farrah Fawcett. Perhaps it was her that started it all with that red one piece poster. Still hot. But as I look at this pic it stirs something in me. I may have been comparing everyone else to Leia. How unfair. Sassy, strong, beautiful, vulnerable. I've said for many years that I would end up with a woman with dark hairs and dark eyes. 35 years on and I still can't get her out of my head. Thank you Carrie... I think. Therapy anyone?