Fetching was always a word. That's why we don't need fetch.
Jayne (Husband): Oh, I think you might wanna reconsider that last part. See, I married me a powerful ugly creature. Mal (Wife): How can you say that? How can you shame me in front of new people? Jayne (Husband): If I could make you purtier, I would. Mal (Wife): You are not the man I met a year ago.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 47: Someone Dangerous Could Get In
[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.
smonster - Nov 12, 2011 3:43:35 pm PST #2621 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
sj - Nov 12, 2011 4:21:43 pm PST #2622 of 30001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
I am totally tipsy on only two glasses of prosecco.
smonster - Nov 12, 2011 4:24:53 pm PST #2623 of 30001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
I would be too, sj.
So, I sent StW an email specifically asking for more communication, and I haven't heard from him in a week. I feel like that's a fairly clear message. I think I might be done. I'm feeling very angry and sorry for myself, and frustrated that I can't even get a serial monogamist to actually have a relationship with me.
One day, just maybe, I will turn this apparently terrifying Care Bear Stare heart at someone, and they won't shield their eyes and turn away. Not today.
Well, hello, PMS.
Pix - Nov 12, 2011 4:29:18 pm PST #2624 of 30001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Oh sweetie. It's not you! Truly, it's not.
Anne W. - Nov 12, 2011 4:53:31 pm PST #2625 of 30001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
{{smonster}}
Also, still ouchy from my mishap in the gym. My poor trainer... you could tell he just had no idea what to say that wouldn't be horribly wrong.
§ ita § - Nov 12, 2011 5:28:25 pm PST #2626 of 30001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can't even get a serial monogamist to actually have a relationship with me.
He's just not the right serial monogamist, is all. Mismatch, I wish you a better mutual match next time.
beth b - Nov 12, 2011 6:30:26 pm PST #2627 of 30001
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
glad things wen well sj
sorry smonter.
Bed room is mostly emptied and walls are patched, sanded, and patched again. hoping we get a least one coat of paint on tomorrow
Stephanie - Nov 12, 2011 6:37:19 pm PST #2628 of 30001
Trust my rage
I'm sorry, smonster. I hate the lack of communication thing. Seriously, just tell me (or you, I guess) because then everyone knows what the deal is and knows how to move on.
amyth - Nov 12, 2011 6:46:46 pm PST #2629 of 30001
And none of us deserving the cruelty or the grace -- Leonard Cohen
So sorry, smonster. And totally what ita ! said. It's just the wrong guy. Or the right-ish guy at a hella wrong, crazy busy period in his life where he can't handle the awesomeness that is you right now. Which sucks.
P.M. Marc - Nov 12, 2011 6:54:13 pm PST #2630 of 30001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Let's also say that I am, er, fairly well endowed.
AHAHAHAHA! OUCH!
I, umm, had this problem when I tried hot yoga.
smonster, remember, it's not you: it's him.