Which I'm quoting from one of these shows we watch or somebody we know, I can't remember which. "I don't want to be crazy in love. I want to be sane in love."
That'd be me, but I'm not sure I've ever been mistaken for a teevee show, or at least not a Buffista-approved one.
All that advice up there? Good advice. And I'll add that this is not a boy who's off secretly thinking you're gross; the connection you've described is much too honest and open for that kind of backchannel crap. It sounds to me like he's one of the folks -- like a lot of us -- who think you're as fabulous and smart and worthwhile as we say we do. And whether that adds up to big cinematic etc. or not, the current state is good for the Tep.
That'd be me
I knew it was somebody smart! (also that it wasn't my line)
I can't add to the advice. It's good stuff and my own relationship cred is pretty dismal at the moment.
Ok. Signing off. Next time you *see* me, I'll look REALLY goofy. And there will be pictures. Oh, yes.
"You remind me of a TV show / That's all right, I'll watch it any way." -- The Feelies
For the first time in a long while, Owen just wanted to crawl into my lap and fall asleep.
That's good stuff. Every once and a while Leif will crawl into my lap, but he doesn't usually stay there very long.
vw, good luck!
Teppy, and *this* is why I was saying I hate having those conversations, even when they go well. Oof. I think everyone here is right, though.
Go five years cancer-free!
Whoot!
They found Chris at the bottom of an 18-inch high pile of laundry in the corner of the second closet in the master bedroom, playing quietly and very pleased with himself for finding such a warm and cozy nest.
Our luv is so foretold!
Those of you who don't have dishwashers are free to start tuning the world's smallest violins.
I have a dishwasher again for the first time in a decade. So smitten...
Also at a time when you've been smart and kind to yourself and brave. You are pretty and you should have pretty things, so you defied the BIDs by going out looking for nice clothes, and they lashed back because your defiance pissed themoff. And now you've made an emotionally and physically pleasurable connection with someone, and you want to protect your heart and clarify things and know where you both stand, so you defied a host of demons and had a real grown-up Talk with the boy, and the demons are now supremely pissed off at your refusal to cower before them and shut up. Fuck them, man. They're liars, and they don't have as firm a hold on you as they used to and they want to punish you for it. Fuck 'em.
JZ is wise. Listen to her, Tep.
I might have just overdosed myself on Benedryl. Off to Google to see what I should look for. It seems supremely unfair that I am still sneezing and have a drippy nose, yet still need to go see if I accidentally poisoned myself.
Cass, how much did you take? It's kind of hard to OD on Benadryl in a way that will cause you harm. The most likely thing will be that you'll fall asleep.
ION, soap operas are like badfic come to life.
Hey, can you guys see if this works? The picture links I posted before didn't I guess. Sorry about that.
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