Anya ,'Storyteller'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I used to never get crushes. I would look at a guy and think "You. Let's." although I mightn't say it out loud. Sometimes stuff would just happen, sometimes it wouldn't. Or, the guy would say (or gesture somehow) "Let's" and I'd think it was a marvellous idea, and we would.
Crushing? Crushing is recent, and I'm not sure how much I like it.
my not-nice, very mean friends' April Fool's this year was that a noodle house was opening in the neighborhood. It was allegedly called "Honpopo". They had a fake logo made up and everything.
Those bastards! So harsh. Tell Dug he's a meanie head.
Sadly, Alton Brown is already taken.
Does AB have a motorcycle?
pines for the fjords
Dude, Bob can totally kick Steve's ass.
I dunno, I hear Steve fights dirty.
Dude, Bob can totally kick Steve's ass.
You wait. It's only a matter of time before that's not what Bob is doing to Steve's ass, and we're all left here empty-handed.
Dating total strangers is almost easier.
In that you both know on what terms you're meeting. I mean, even if it doesn't work, you had "looking for love" (or whatever) implicit in however you met (blind date, speed dating, personals, etc).
I just like so few people well and unplatonically that it'd take forever. I like it when it happens by mistake. I also think I'm hard to get to like, or perhaps more accurately it takes time for me to respect a guy liking me.
Oh yes
mmmmmmmbunk
I am very confused by the switch from Bob to Steve. I enjoyed having Bob as a catch-all name for a Dude With Whom You Are Seen.
Bob:Steve::relationship:crush
Or something.
Do I still get Brave Points for telling so he wouldn't tell me how great the sex was with somebody else?
I thought I was just embarrassed till I wanted to Kill The Bitch. Then, brilliant observer I am, I figured my feelings had veered to the intimate.
There's a story for the kiddos, huh?"Mommy knew she wanted to be with Daddy when the thought of some furniture store manager's hands on him made her postal with impotent rage."
And my kid, being my kid, would ask a lot of questions. "Will I have impotent rage someday?"
"Kiddo, being that you're my daughter and latest in a long line of women that never did all they set out to do, I'd almost bet on it, honey."
