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Have I mentioned how those glasses bring out the radiance in your eyes?
But I understand. You gave up everything you had to find me. And you found me broken. It's hard for you.
River ,'Safe'
Spike's Bitches 43: Who am I kidding? I love to brag.
[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.
omnis_audis - Jan 26, 2009 10:28:42 pm PST #9255 of 10000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Shir - Jan 26, 2009 10:34:13 pm PST #9256 of 10000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Flattery won't get your ass out of it, sweetie.
Say, don't you have a piece of furniture to go and fall asleep on? Give Fluffy my love
(Also? How many lurkers we have here, if by now that picture viewed 115 times and I only posted it here?)
omnis_audis - Jan 26, 2009 10:39:10 pm PST #9257 of 10000
omnis, pursue. That's an order from a shy woman who can use M-16. - Shir
Say, don't you have a piece of furniture to go and fall asleep on? Give Fluffy my loveYes ma'am. But I'm thinking of giving the bed a chance. Fluffy already held me down earlier this evening.
Also? How many lurkers we have here, if by now that picture viewed 115 times and I only posted it here?Why is everyone looking at me? There are only so many times in a day I can log in and gaze at the picture. Must be the lurkers. Ya. Lurkers.
(my face hurts from smirking so much)
ION, it's raining ice. Tomorrow will not be fun. I really don't want to go to work. But, it being opening night, and lots of things to do for it, I have to. blargh.
Shir - Jan 26, 2009 10:42:45 pm PST #9258 of 10000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Fluffy already held me down earlier this evening.
That's just Fluffy's way showing you he loves you.
ION, it's raining ice. Tomorrow will not be fun. I really don't want to go to work. But, it being opening night, and lots of things to do for it, I have to. blargh.
Good night, and may tomorrow be nice to you. If not, tell them I'll hit them. Worst case, there's always Fluffy.
Gris - Jan 27, 2009 2:45:06 am PST #9259 of 10000
Hey. New board.
Today, I would like to suggest a question for discussion.
What are your favorite marriage proposal stories? They can be your favorite either because they're amazing or because they're terrible. They can be real, apocryphal, from movies, from books, or from the deepest recesses of your subconscious.
Fay - Jan 27, 2009 3:02:03 am PST #9260 of 10000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I remember a cab driver in London one dark night telling me about how he'd met his wife. He'd missed a train some twenty or thirty years earlier, (I'd missed a train myself - thus the cab) and he went into a pub to while away the time, and he fell head over heels in love with this gorgeous young woman at the bar. She was surrounded by blokes, but he went up to her and introduced himself. Turned out that she was from the West Indies, had been visiting on some exchange or business trip or other, and was heading home the next day. The people she was with were very protective, but he was totally smitten, and managed to convince her to accept his name and address and phone number and so forth.
Well, he'd evidently made an impression, because she did write to him. And he wrote back. And their correspondence flew thick and fast and amorous. And the next time he saw her - indeed, the first time he'd so much as held her hand - was when he flew over to the West Indies to marry her.
And he was STILL quite blatantly besotted with her, head over heels, couldn't believe his good fortune type smitten. Apparently much to the embarassment of his teenage daughters.
(Our conversation also took in Chaucer, as I recall, but this was the best bit.)
hippocampus - Jan 27, 2009 3:17:35 am PST #9261 of 10000
not your mom's socks.
Fay, that was the best story to wake up to this morning. Thank you.
What a good topic.
DH proposed to me while I was asleep. Can't tell you much there. He refused to repeat whatever it was he said. And to this day swears I said yes.
billytea - Jan 27, 2009 3:23:29 am PST #9262 of 10000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
A friend of mine proposed on holiday in sydney. A few months earlier he'd asked his girlfriend what her idea of a perfect weekend was, and some months later (after she'd forgotten about it) he set about recreating it. (Nothing extravagant, I believe it include dinner with friends, going to a show, and a picnic lunch on the Sunday.) Anyway, the spot he chose for lunch had a view of some cliffs. He'd got his sister to make her way there and drape a large cloth sign saying "MARRY ME GLENDA". By an enormous stroke of good fortune, that happened to be her name, and she said yes.
Sparky1 - Jan 27, 2009 4:02:13 am PST #9263 of 10000
Librarian Warlord
My DH proposed at 6 a.m. in my nephew's bedroom one morning when we were getting up to say goodbye to my parents who were driving back home after xmas. I answered, "you're crazy," but took the ring. I still think he's crazy and I still wear the ring, of course.
A friend has a telephone interview that she's nervous about (she hasn't had an interview of any kind since 2005). My best advice was for her to answer their questions and when she was done with her answer to ask them a question back so that there wouldn't be any long silences that she might feel responsible to fill. Anyone else have any good advice?
WindSparrow - Jan 27, 2009 4:15:39 am PST #9264 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Fay's London cab driver is my new favorite.
Daniel has gotten up, gone outside, and started my car for me. I love him.