It's a bit tricky for Hubby and me. I don't think 'best friend' with him, but I do think 'mate and constant companion.' Hubby's still in "you're my best friend and my lover and my everything" mode after twenty years, which lots of folk say is a wonderful thing but which I find just a tad wearisome. I slept like crap last night because he was gone for a sleep study and didn't get home till after I was up for work, which gives me nasty premonitions on how I'd cope if I ever found myself alone, but the passionate involvement is gone on my part. No leaping flames of desire, but a sunk-in, smouldering fire like a coal mine that burns for years.
Jayne ,'The Train Job'
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I think I was imprinted at an early age that There Is Love, and There Is Friendship, and Never Shall the Twain Meet.
I had that role model as well. You can break it! It can be done! We can rebuild it!
Hmmm.
Unless he's left his shoes out smack in the middle of the hall again and I've tripped over them at 6:30 a.m. *again*. Well, no, even then. Maybe sometimes.
Well yeah, those kind of things I get pissed about for a while, until I just start making fun of him for them.
I had that role model as well. You can break it! It can be done! We can rebuild it!
Hmmm.
Teppy and Steve Austin, sittin' in a tree....
I think I was imprinted at an early age that There Is Love, and There Is Friendship, and Never Shall the Twain Meet.
I can't even process this. Seriously, I try to imagine love without friendship and my brain just goes ERROR: INVALID INPUT. PLEASE USE THE BACK BUTTON ON YOUR BROWSER.
Ah, that makes sense, Aimee. I have a denim jacket I rarely wear, as it is the same color denim as all my jeans, and I can't deal with all-one-color.
Also don't like sushi, or coffee. I really need to get a bike, as mine stayed in RI.
Throat hurty ness sucks. I hope it gets better soon, Gloomcookie
Yup. Unless he's left his shoes out smack in the middle of the hall again and I've tripped over them at 6:30 a.m. *again*. Well, no, even then. Maybe sometimes.
Ok, this so completely a man thing. Joe does this to me.
I keep hoping, but alas, I'm Just Friends Girl. Everyone looks at me, laughs at my jokes and wonders what else is on. I fight crime. Platonically.
I think I was imprinted at an early age that There Is Love, and There Is Friendship, and Never Shall the Twain Meet.
I can't even process this. Seriously, I try to imagine love without friendship and my brain just goes ERROR: INVALID INPUT. PLEASE USE THE BACK BUTTON ON YOUR BROWSER.
Well, I see it in other people, and I *want* it, but I just can't imagine having it. I think it's WAY more important that the theoretical Mr. Teppy *like* me, than it is that he wants to have sex with me. (Well, I mean, that needs to be there, too, but -- in my experience, guys will have sex and aren't too picky about with whom [no offense, Buffista guys, but like I said, this has been *my* experience], but they're a lot more picky about who they want to actually spend time with, in a clothes-on way.)