She does seem to have trouble with the concept of "date", now that you mention it, JZ.
Lilah ,'Just Rewards (2)'
Spike's Bitches 39: Cuppa Tea, Cuppa Tea, Almost Got Shagged, Cuppa Tea...
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh for the love of...I was thinking last night that the one nice thing about doing it at your house was that she couldn't up and invite a bunch of other people. WTF?
I hope you didn't clean too much, meara.
Glad you made it, sj! the missing captain had me worried.
I'm off to eat Mexican food in support of softball. Yum.
Except for the bar running out of Jack Daniel's. That was no good.
That part was terribly uncool. And confusing. But what it lacked in whiskey it more than made up for in drunken bridal parties singing karaoke versions of "Honky Tonk Badonkadonk."
Wow, Susan, that would be amazing! I will cross fingers and toes for you.
meara, not only am I rolling my eyes at GILF, I am cluesticking her repeatedly upside the head. WTF, GILF? You've got a chance to date meara! What is wrong with you?!?
In meme news, today has been a seriously strange day. Not going to go into it, just...wow. Strange.
Well,I hope GILF goes WTF did I do?
And I hope things work , Susan
Isn't this approximately the nine thousandth time something like this has happened?
Heh. Yes. Which is why I was not surprised.
There were, however, two people coming (GILF and her umfriend R, who I also like). So a third (who they are both sleeping with) was...not surprising.
It was actually a very good dinner and much fun was had. I enjoy all three of their company (but only want to sleep with two of them).
However, while R did take his shirt off, there was no hanky-panky. And certainly no hanky-panky *I* was a part of. Sigh.
You know meara, just from your posts, I don't like this GILF. She's a tease. I know it's none of my bidness, but I kinda think you deserve no less than the adoration of someone who knows she's lucked out.
(would you have to pay a crapton of taxes on that, or would that be after taxes? Super sweet if after/don't have to!!)
Hard to say at this point, partly because the tax implications change based on the value of the stock when we actually sell it vs. its value at the point we inherited it.
At this point, I'm just trying not to get my hopes too high until we actually know, but it's hard not to imagine the joys of a life with no credit card debt, being able to replace our 13-year-old car, etc.
You know meara, just from your posts, I don't like this GILF. She's a tease. I know it's none of my bidness, but I kinda think you deserve no less than the adoration of someone who knows she's lucked out.
This.
Sigh. And if I could find other hot women I liked, I could focus on them. But I haven't. Which makes it much harder to not care.
And I do enjoy their company. It's just the mixed signals making me insane.