So maybe I want people's *second* impressions of me.

My first impression of you was fine. We were licking the same bag of Funyuns ten minutes after we met. Plus we slow danced in the bar on the first night. I think you underestimate your first impressionability.

I'm sorry. Praising and extolling your virtues didn't seem to be sticking or offering any comfort, so I went another way. The wrong way. Though in my defense, nine times out of ten, the snarky way is often the Teppy way.

No, no, no -- I'm just incapable of taking the piss this weekend, and so I'm taking it out on people who don't deserve it. It wasn't the *wrong* way, per se. I'm just more apt to pounce on anything that seems to mesh with my insecurities. But that doesn't mean I should be a snotty little bitch about it.

Teppy, I sent an e-mail to your profile addy. It's kind of time sensitive. Did you get it?

Oh, crap. Yes, I did, and when I got it, I started thinking about it, and then work got in the way, as did my own carnival of self-absorption. Let me think on it a little bit more, and I'll get back to you today.

Also, the voice I expected from you later wound up coming out of Jilli.

Oh, the Voice. I think I should be all Bacall-y and throaty... and instead, I'm all hyper-Valley Girl bubble-gum.

Ah, well. It makes threats and Really Mean and Accurate Soul-Killing Remarks that much more potent. At least in my mind.

My first impression of you was fine. We were licking the same bag of Funyuns ten minutes after we met. Plus we slow danced in the bar on the first night. I think you underestimate your first impressionability.

I'd agree with you, except I had already met you before the F2F. The year before, when I was in SF, and you invited me over for white slavery Buffy and pizza and tub time with Emmett and the excellent company of other Buffistas.

Oh, the Voice. I think I should be all Bacall-y and throaty... and instead, I'm all hyper-Valley Girl bubble-gum.

I get the opposite. People think I should have that Valley Girl voice, and instead I'm all Barry White.

But that doesn't mean I should be a snotty little bitch about it.

Telling me "ouch" doesn't really qualify in that category.

Oh, the Voice. I think I should be all Bacall-y and throaty... and instead, I'm all hyper-Valley Girl bubble-gum.

Well, fwiw, I really love your voice. It's part of your essential Erin-ness. Everybody's voice was brand new at the Chicago F2F and took some adjustment. (I recall Jess being surprised by my voice too.)

Also, Erin? You smell really nice.

Voice, Tep. I thought your voice would be more like mine, and instead it was this contralto-y deadpan chain-smoking '40's secretary-of-a-private-dick voice.

Voice, Tep. I thought your voice would be more like mine, and instead it was this contralto-y deadpan chain-smoking '40's secretary-of-a-private-dick voice.

Heh. I get that ALL the time.

Also, Erin? You smell really nice

Eet is ze Franch parfums, bay-bee.

But since I spend a ridonkulous amount of money on 'em, good to hear. I forgot to put on perfume Thursday before work, and it was like I'd forgotten to install my fuckin' EYEBALL or something.

I'd agree with you, except I had already met you before the F2F. The year before, when I was in SF, and you invited me over for white slavery Buffy and pizza and tub time with Emmett and the excellent company of other Buffistas.

Maybe that's why there was the Funyuns comfort zone. I certainly felt instantly at ease with you in Chicago. Well then my first impression of you was that you really enjoyed tub time with Emmett which, frankly, was a huge positive in my book.

Wow, that was a long time ago. I forget that any Buffistas met my ex-GF. But you did and Jon did and JZ did and Consuela did.