Poptarts:
Mmmmm...poptarts! I hope my groceries get her soon. I want some.
Deena, do you have a minute to jump on AIM?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Poptarts:
Mmmmm...poptarts! I hope my groceries get her soon. I want some.
Deena, do you have a minute to jump on AIM?
Hi. I just got back from my date.
The pancake date? Tell us more!
Weeeelllll... there were pancakes, and there was a trip to MassMoCA, and then there was dinner, and then there was an entirely unplanned, um, sleepover. As it were.
Did I mention this was only our third date? I'm kind of unsure how I feel about it all. I like him a lot, and I'm glad I stayed over, but at the same time, I feel like I should feel like it's moving too fast. And I don't know if I do.
Ooooo...sounds very nice, Kate.
Also, I would say, stay in touch with those feelings of wondering if it's moving to fast. I'd say as long as you're acknowledging them, I'd say you're probably ok. It's when you start ignoring them that you run into problems.
Sometimes , things go fast. As long as you are glad - that's good. Honestly, I think it is hard to tell in the beginning if the pace is right. some relationships move fast, some slow.I've known both kinds to be successful.
I agree with vw and beth, Kate. I don't think the third date is moving too fast, as long as you are glad things happen the way they did, but it's much more important how you feel, so it's good you are aware it might be an issue for you. At the same time, try not to worry too much about how you think things should be, and just enjoy/focus on how they are.
Grooooooooooooooooooooonk.
I had one long anxiety dream last night, went on for hours. Basically, it was 7 pm, then 8 pm, then 9 pm, and all my guests were here, and there was no food because I hadn't started cooking yet. And DH (whose job was to rearrange the apartment while I cooked), had rearranged the apartment in a way that made me really angry (I can't remember how, exactly, because the apartment I was dreaming in was shaped completely differently than the apartment we live in).
After waking up from this, and falling back asleep and having the same fucking dream continue three or four times, I finally decided that the only solution was to wake up and start cooking. So here I am.
Bleargh. Coffee.
Jessica, I HATE those kinds of dreams. I had one a couple of nights ago about moving. And it just kept going on and on and on. I also finally just got up, hoping to make it go away. They're no fun.
Cooking, though? Whatcha cooking? Can I come?
Don't count dates, Kate. Everyone will have a story that supports your fears, or contradicts them. Use your judgment based on your gut and interaction.
Meara -- whyfor would you have to accept what the universe offered, just because it offered it? I think you'd agree that just because it's available, doesn't mean it's either a good idea or even fun.
Lots of nibbly things for the Oscar party. We've got 20 people coming this year. (Gulp!) But hey, if you want to drive down, sure, come!