And the plot thickens.
I already told my awesome roommates 3 weeks ago I'm going. Another girl saw the flat and decided it was good, and because she went abroad she said a fast "yes" and went away (she said "yes" about two days before she went away).
She didn't sign anything, but I feel like I'm kicking her out. Which I am.
I'm looking for apartments myself at the moment. Tomorrow, until Yom Kippur will enter, I'll try to solve this mess.
I just hate it when my mess affects others. I really feel shitty about it, and moving everyone's plans because this moving is do damn ridiculous.
Screw you, plot.
Ugh. That's irritating as hell. I hope you find somewhere quickly, Shir, or that you get to stay where you are.
I keep trying to remember what it was like when Hubby and I got together, and I don't remember doing much work. I think this comes from Hubby's obsessive-compulsive nature combined with a caveman instinct of "Woman! Want!". Luckily this intersected with my agreeableness to being wanted and liking his brains. It sounds both shameless and smug, but I've never tried to build a connection with a stranger, just let friends become friends with benefits. Which is probably laziness on my behalf.
I'm a very lucky woman. And I just found myself gazing on my husband's bare foot and admiring the curves. I suppose I should keep him. Because the idea of trying to meet someone new is horrifying.
I've never tried to build a connection with a stranger, just let friends become friends with benefits. Which is probably laziness on my behalf.
Because the idea of trying to meet someone new is horrifying.
I think you reached the conclusion of why this isn't laziness by yourself. More like self preservation, IMHO.
Honestly, a not-so-small part of me thinks stranger who are trying to hit on me are crazy, perhaps partly suicidal. There's no way I'll know you're sane in 5 or 50 minutes, pal, and vice versa. And the mind thing, the thing that takes a while to discover, is my biggest turn on. Can't tell it by a first minute impression, even if you look good and smell nice.
I highly recommend getting set up by a friend that knows you well and just sort of falling into a ltr with that person without really trying. That's what worked for me.
I've never tried to build a connection with a stranger, just let friends become friends with benefits. Which is probably laziness on my behalf.
That's how I've been for the most part. All of my...romantic encounters have been friends.
I highly recommend getting set up by a friend that knows you well and just sort of falling into a ltr with that person without really trying. That's what worked for me.
Ha. Last night, someone on my flist sent me the e-mail of a geeky Desi girl in New York.
For some reason, I got sucked into watching Britain's Got Talent clips on YouTube. These kids are just ridiculously fun: [link]
Coincidentally, I am looking up recipes for beef stew right now.
These kids are just ridiculously fun: [link]
Ded. Ded, I say. The. Cutest. Kid. Act. Evar. I am utterly slain by their lethal cuteness.
P-C's story is making me laugh, in a nice, happy way.
I'm making a sort of cantonese beef stew right now for dinner.
Joe and I went for a ride on our borrowed-from-my-parents tandem today, pulling the kids behind us in a little trailer. It was sort of comical. We checked that brakes and tires and stuff before we left, but didn't actually ride it because we live on a mountain. So, I hope on and the seat was about two inches too low. Joe's handle bars were way too close to him. And the last riders had taken off the toe-clips, which drove me crazy. Despite being sort of uncomfortable, we had a nice ride.
We went to the Air Force Academy, which is beautiful, but there was tons of traffic due to a football game. Trying to get back to our car, the road guards told us that we had to go *around* the stadium, which is up the side of the mountain. We ended up schelpping the bike and trailer (full of kids) up to the very top. While taking a rest, Joe talked the guard at the gate into letting him in just to get us all hotdogs (I swear, he would be a good fit on Leverage; he can talk his way into anything) and then there was a 5-person parachute jump into the stadium and a fighter jet flyover, which the kids loved. And from there, it was an easy downhill ride back to the car.
Totally fun day.
