He sounded nice to me, and not just for OK Cupid. At the very least, one has his words to put back in his face.
I had an interesting exchange with a guy who could have been one of those Nice Guys--he was a geek who was overwhelmed by the feelings that came with puberty, and blamed other people for things not resolving themselves magically. He got bitter, swore himself to a life of nothing but jacking off, but then the girlfriend (maybe wife) of one of his close friends spent five years seducing him, and they're now happily poly--she's married to one, dating the other, and everyone's happy as clams.
He had such a good grip on what could have happened and who he could have been by now if that (nor anything else) hadn't worked out for him romantically and sexually--he spoke of residual bitterness (I think it's been ten years or so), but he didn't express it. He was really self-aware. Made me feel better about people in general, as well as just happy for him.
TCG thinks the interview went well, but they said they were likely to do three rounds of interviews. So, it will likely be a while before we hear anything. He said to say thanks for all the ~ma.
I went to a matinee of Avengers today (Tim didn't want to see it a third time, and I still have Fridays off, so -- movie! still awesome), and there was a family there to see Brave, which I could tell by the little girl in a Merida costume, right down to really cool golden sandals. No bow and arrow, though. I asked the mom why no bow and arrow, and she said, "I would fear for my son's safety!" Heh.
Ha!
I went out for coffee today and got a compliment on my new purse from the woman working at the counter. After all the walking I did yesterday in too hot weather, that was my big accomplishment for the day. That, and making dinner, which will be happening soon. I think I am going to make some kind of pasta with the garlic scapes from the farmers market and the leftover proscuitto from this weeks brunch.
The whole "you are a catch" though true, does not fit the "I'm willing just to be friend" thing.
Even more so than that is this from a previous part of the message:
As to being my friend: I'm all for it. I think your gourgeous and Extremely interesting; how could I not want to be your friend?
Uh, people don't go around picking friends for their looks. I hope.
Whether or not he is a Nice Guy, I think he may be deluding himself about being able to be friends without hoping for more. It is possible, I've done it, but it's long and tricky and y'all know how damn messy it is. I actually said the "friend" word first - I've got to stop doing that.
The kittens are in a cat carrier in my tub (bathroom is the only room with a door). One is a boy and one a girl, pics are up on fb (can post to flikr if anyone wants). Now accepting brother/sister names, since Troy and Abed don't work.
Leto and Ganima!
That's probably way too geeky, but if I had a M/F pair, that's what I'd call them.
Oy. But on that same theme, I think Snark and Grumpkin would make a great cat pair.
Luke & Leia
Ron & Ginny
Simon & River
Ross & Monica (What? I'm spitballing)
Sharon & Aaron (or Jaye & Aaron)
I think Snark and Grumpkin would make a great cat pair.
Hee.
Katara and Sokka. Donal and Karina. Wakko and Dot (RIP, Yakko).
Steph and Jeff.
(Yes, we rhyme. I think my parents were high when they named us.)
Uh, people don't go around picking friends for their looks. I hope.
I'm only friends with all of you because of your looks. Isn't that how the Internet works?
HAVE I BEEN DOING IT WRONG? OH GOD.
Fucking hell. My friend C was just robbed at gunpoint in broad daylight outside a theatre in Hollywood. She's okay, but she's really shaken up and has lost both her iPhone and her iPad, neither of which she can afford to replace. I am shaking with fury and worry and helplessness.
