My parents didn't know Hec existed until he asked me to marry him. That may be taking it a bit far, admittedly.
Spike's Bitches 30: Going on Thirteen
[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.
JZ, I told my father long ago that was my plan. He went ballistic. However, now that they live far away, I could tell them about him without them needing to meet him.
I'm with ita on eharmony. Incredibly shallow responses, one serious headcase that proved their 'stringent screening process' to be as stringent as swiss cheese and the guy I got on best with? Neglected to mention that he is currently living in Japan. After I said no thanks, he 'accidently' sent me a bunch of emails detailing his penchant for bondage. While there is nothing wrong with that...I'd already said no thanks!
While I didn't join meetup.com to hookup (dotcom), it sure worked for me. Those NYC matchmakers have a point. Similar interests and backgrounds go a long way toward building a harmonious union.
My parents knew Stephen existed at the serious bf stage, but didn't meet him until after we'd decided to get hitched. Not being a parent, I don't see a downside to this.
Or "you" if it's in the right tone of voice.
How you doin'?
I think I may have mentioned to my mother that there was an online guy I was keeping company with, a while before Daniel and I met in person. And then I told her I was moving.
With my friends, I was more cautious about talking about Daniel, because with the previous guy they made a big deal out of it, and then tried to tell me I was being too hard on him when I broke up with him. Ok, that was only the one friend, who has a horrendously immature brat for a husband. But still.
Or "you" if it's in the right tone of voice.
How you doin'?
Bwah! That might even work.
OK, I really am not responsible enough to be trusted to take care of myself. I took off my wrist brace because it was getting itchy. Now my wrist is hurting again, and I can't find where I put the brace.
Aww, Hil! That's so cute.
Took my truck in yesterday to investigate a weird rattling noise.
Diagnosis: catalytic converter is falling apart
Treatment: $634
I called around a bit to see if I could do any better.
Second opinion: $1091 (plus tax)
Well, so much for that one credit card that I had paid off.
It'd be un-American to actually ever get out of debt, right?
And I pretty much never volunteer SO-type info to my parents until it's A Thing. Too many questions during, and too many "What Happened?"s after otherwise.
Hil, in a pinch you could immobilise and compress with an Ace Bandage, until you can locate the real deal.
It'd be un-American to actually ever get out of debt, right?
This is my excuse from now on.