Willow ,'Him'
[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.
Thank you all! Thanks to Aimée and Steph for the poems, thanks to Juliana for placing the 'not' in front of the A-word and thanks to ita for once again showing that she has no fear.
Thanks to my lovely wife for everything.
Figure this way, the cherries just sit a little longer in the brandy.
I'm all for that. See you tonight, 7.30. Not surprisingly, reservations are under the name 'Pete'.
Happy Birthday, Pete!
pssst. Katie Bee rocks. Pass it on.
Might one assume the package arrived, libkitty?
She misses me terribly when I'm gone, even for just a day of work.
But then when I'm around the house for too long, she's glad when I leave so she can get away from me for a bit, and I don't get in the way of things or mess up the place.
Me. Me. This is me. And I hate feeling that way...and being a nag. But the strewness of everything makes me all tense and grouchy. No fun to be with, for sure.
But then? A whole day without contact? Tense and grouchy. That thing I said about schizo-frenetic? Not kidding.
Happy Birthday, Pete!
Heh. How can I miss you if you never go away? I'm getting a lot of experience of that with DH working from home. He's off to somewhere-near-Chicago next week to set up yet another datacenter for the not!bankrupt division of the company, and I'm looking forward to it a little, even though I know I won't be able to sleep well while he's gone.
But then when I'm around the house for too long, she's glad when I leave so she can get away from me for a bit, and I don't get in the way of things or mess up the place.
I think it's important that each person gets some of their own space every once and a while. Then again, I shouldn't speak about relationships.
It's funny. I don't sleep that well when Fella stays over...even though he sleeps elsewhere in the apt. (sleep disorders are me) But he sleeps like a rock (unlike at his house where he doesn't sleep much at all) and I don't ever feel tired.
We talk a lot about how we actually give each other energy. I can be totally exhausted, but give me a half hour of snuggle time and I'm a live wire again. Never had that before.
Still, the personal space thing is a huge need.
It's funny. I don't sleep that well when Fella stays over...even though he sleeps elsewhere in the apt. (sleep disorders are me) But he sleeps like a rock (unlike at his house where he doesn't sleep much at all) and I don't ever feel tired.
I was talking with a friend once about the moment when you know that the one you're with is The One, and he said a big part of it for him was that he slept so well at her place. Everyplace else on the planet, he'd have bouts of fretfulness and nerves and insomnia worrying about his job, his family, his future -- but when he was in her apartment he slept. Deep, sound, surrendered, this-is-where-I-feel-completely-safe sleep.
That wasn't the one thing that did it for him, but it was definitely a factor.