I'm sorry, meara. You truly deserve someone that is awesome both on and of the dance floor.
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.
Heh. Well, sometimes it's hard to separate good dancing from good other things. I'm just sayin'--there's one guy I've danced with a couple times that afterward I'm all "I could maybe be straight, damn!"
I didn't mean porn. I meant someone who is good and kind to you.
I am alone with a stack of books and magazines and sangria.
Oh, such torture!
I didn't mean porn. I meant someone who is good and kind to you.
Oh I know. :) And I'm not actually conflating dance ability with good-person-ness! Just wishing it were that easy/obvious/correlated.
God. I need some sangria.
I finished reading a whole magazine while they were gone. I can get so much more done when it is quiet and I'm not near my TV/DVR. Now everyone is home, we ate a delicious meal, and I am on my second magazine.
Oh, and I'm on my third glass of sangria.
Sounds like bliss to me, sj.
It is. My allergies are also much better near the ocean.