I sent a note to One Word Gal, asking if she is all caught up on sleep. Figuring, well, maybe she was hungover yesterday, or had a rough week, or something. So I asked if she was all caught up on sleep. Again, a one word answer. "Yes". @@ OK, maybe she's not a good writer. Maybe she's dyslexic or something. She is Asian ethnicity, maybe she was born elsewhere, and English is a second language. So I sent a note asking if she wants to meet for a cup of tea or a phone call. Online dating is not easy. As much as I'm bitching, this is far easier for me than going to a bar or some such. No skills there. I guess I just don't understand, if you are interested in dating, sign up on a dating site, then why so absent/quiet/whatever? Eh, I guess I'm not always logical myself.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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, some people I know who are terse to the point of rudeness in written communications are delightfully and playfully verbose in person. I wonder if that's the case, here. I hope all goes well.
I'm better this afternoon. I'm going to see if they can offer me stronger pain medication or perhaps a medically induced coma. I have pretty decent pain tolerance, but this is like the worst fever-induced bone and joint aches multiplied by a hundred.
Gentle hugs and soothing thoughts, Ginger.
Ginger, ugh. I'm so sorry.
Oh Ginger, I hope they are able to give you something effective for pain relief.
I'm sorry for your loss and how you learned of it, sj.
I'm sorry about the pain, Ginger. I hope they can do something for you soon.
I'm going to see if they can offer me stronger pain medication or perhaps a medically induced coma. I have pretty decent pain tolerance, but this is like the worst fever-induced bone and joint aches multiplied by a hundred.
Oh, that sucks, but yes, they ought to offer you any drugs you want, damnit!
I had a lunch date with this girl I met at pride a couple weeks ago. She was kinda flaky (and lives 90 minutes away and her weekend is Sun/Mon) but is very cute. We had a good time chatting on the patio, and she said she wanted to get together again...but then when we went to leave, there ended up being a huge, and I awkwardly kissed her on the cheek, and yeah. Ugh. This is why lunch dates are weird. It's so awkward in broad daylight! Sigh. Between the schedule/location issues and the fact that I think she's kind of a player, I'm not sure this is a good thing, but she's CUTE, and fun to talk to, and seems to like me...ugh.
One Word Girl responded with more than one word! Seems she's been sleeping all day today as well. I asked if she wanted to get a cup of tea tonight, or tomorrow after work. She replied her week is super slammed. :: shrugs :: Not sure if it's a blow off, hard to get, or, just what she says.
Ginger, that completely sucks. I hope you get some meds that can do something.