but the idea of him in a fistfight makes me laugh and laugh and laugh. He's a nice guy, through and through, with an ounce of the Bad Boy anywhere.
I'm just going to nod my head, because this kinda applies to Pete. He doesn't seem like what my "type" is at all, but ... he's wonderful. I wouldn't trade him for anyone.
A quick interjection; Jilli has
never
seen me truly angry. She thinks she has, but I keep telling her that what she's seen is only a taste. My family has the old 'red rage' ability which is something I've done my best to bury lo, these 20 years.
But, god forbid, if I ever have to get into a fist fight with someone, it won't be pretty. I'll either have to be knocked out or I'll probably break both of my fists on some fucker's skull. This is not machismo posturing, I'm just aware of what type of crazy I can become when threatened, even if I don't actually have the strength or the frame to pull it off effectively.
Cheery, non?
You are the sexy, wise nurturing one.
I'm going to have Aimee write all my PR copy, if I should ever need it.
I'll either have to be knocked out or I'll probably break both of my fists on some fucker's skull. This is not machismo posturing, I'm just aware of what type of crazy I can become when threatened, even if I don't actually have the strength or the frame to pull it off effectively.
I can kind of see that, actually. You're very controlled, (well, spoken as someone who's met you in person exactly three times, I think), and that usually means to me that there's something *to* control.
I should add, too, that if me or any of the kids were threatened in any way, Stephen would absolutely flip like a mammal, and even if he didn't necessarily have finesse, he could probably do some damage out of sheer rage and protectiveness alone.
t cuts WAY THE FUCK BACK on the "A" word
offers tray of yummies to Pete
Some nitrate-free meaty goodness? Scone? Biscuit? Nice cuppa for the Nice Man?
I've dated just about everybody.
Or, conversely, I could just have no discretion.
Well, Im'a going back to work. Apparently Aimée has opted to steal all the best jokes about her as a preemptory move.
Cheery, non?
Frightfully familiar, down to the concert effort at burying.
I think I'm the combo of one of the guys/beautiful (as uncomfortable as it makes me to use that particular term, and as much as I feel I need to explain/disclaim the use of it here as particular to the type I get pinned as) freak, depending.
Apparently Aimée has opted to steal all the best jokes about her as a preemptory move.
Everything I Know About Self-Preservation I Learned in the Last Ten Minutes of
8 Mile.
I don't even want to think about what type I am.
Frightfully familiar, down to the concert effort at burying.
Wait, are we talking about you, or that little fuzzy cherub, Paul?
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