Ii am so sorry, Corwood!
I clicked with the DH at first meeting, in terms of really liking his conversation and wanting to get to know him better. I believe in the click of speaking with someone and recognizing a kindred spirit--which for me is similar with friends and lovers. I don't believe in the eyes meeting and there being instant love. Those moments are about sexual attraction and 99% of the time, the attraction goes away when you actually speak to the person. Sometimes, that spark of attraction is matched by the click of recognition and you get a wonderful pairing like Liese and her SO, but to expect that the only way love can grow is to have that instant spark really limits the field.
In terms of expectations--my dad found it hilarious that I made three ironclad "dealbreakers" after my divorce and that the DH broke all of them. He smoked like a chimney, he was an avid sports fan and he was just getting out of a marriage. What can you do? He quit smoking, I learned to like baseball and the third didn't matter.
It's his first time on a roller coaster.
?!?! How is that possible.
?!?! How is that possible.
This is my question too. Santa Cruz is right there with it's awesome old wooden one!!! (Unless it is no longer there. I don't think I've been since I moved away...15 years ago. sheesh...I am old.)
?!?! How is that possible.
He was anti-roller coaster so there wasn't much point in taking him to the one in Santa Cruz. But peer pressure has gotten to him. I expect he'll probably enjoy it and become a fan. But Emmett's never had a problem forming strongly held opinions with no basis in personal experience.
I'm glad I bought a Matrix and not a Sienna now: [link]
You know, compared to the commercials that they've been running, I actually found that amusing. It might have even been more amusing if I wasn't so predisposed to hating the "Sienna Family" based on the previous commercials.
The Santa Cruz roller coaster is still there and still my favorite roller coaster ever. It's just a perfect thrill ride, as well conceived as a sonnet.
For the trash-talking scenario to work, both people have to draw that line and understand that it's not personal.
As long as the trash-talker's not being personal, then there's hope. I just wanted to echo smonster, and it was important for me to separate diss from dislike--I don't care about the latter and can bristle at the former.
Well, I hope he digs the ride today so you can share the SC one experience with him!
Yeah, it's definitely a thing where all the other stuff followed for us. We had the sexual chemistry for sure, and we had stuff in common (cheating, kind of, because we were at the same very specific college so had similar backgrounds), and we had good conversational sparring. But there was definably a moment when we saw each other and knew we were willing to fight for a chance with each other.
In typical gender roles, my roommate (who also thought he was hot) and I negotiated for him. But Dave went around the entire freshman floor and threatened all the other guys not to go after me. (I wondered why I wasn't doing very well.) This all before we'd spoken to each other.
The bit that tipped the scales in his favor, though, was that he knew about and could intelligently discuss and vehemently oppose the Japanese-American internment camps. Love.
The Santa Cruz roller coaster is still there and still my favorite roller coaster ever. It's just a perfect thrill ride, as well conceived as a sonnet.
I'm still debating riding this next weekend. The Cyclone is really not pleasant in terms of being knocked about.
