Spike ,'Never Leave Me'
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Is that just because pet names tend to be wacky? Like, would you remember a cat's name if if was John or somesuch?
Yes, no, maybe? I suspect the wackiness helps, but there's probably an element of how I'm more shy around people and will interact with their pets as an indirect method of interacting with them -- "Your beagle is named Darwin? Oh, Darwin . . . what a sweet puppy you are!" instead of, "Your beagle is named Darwin? That's cute! Did you come up with that name yourself, Barbara?"
You could say, "Your name is Barbara? Oh, Barbara, what a sweet human you are! Do you like belly-rubs? Here, have a human treat!"
I'm certain that if I do that, tommyrot, everyone in the new neighborhood would remember my name.
I don't know the details, but I'd hate to think that any kind of real friendship would be ended by something like that. OTOH, getting in to a bad deal through a friend can certainly have that effect.
I deleted to make brenda look crazy. While I could use some support with this, this is probably not the right forum.
Well, I just finished a 2.5 page letter to my insurance company. I doubt anything will change but at least I feel better about it.
I've been asked to make up pretend patient names for various specialties. The first one I had to do today was for a Neurology consult and I named her Mia Graines. This was following the lead of my coworker that named her Cardiology patient Havva Heart. If any of you are bored and have ideas for some other specialties speak up. Like Gastroenterology, Urology, or Psychiatry. (Since real doctors will be using the training materials they can't be fun and offensive names)
Give 'em hell Stephanie!
Curse you, internets! You ate my post!
To recap:
...so, after a couple of messages on OKCupid from random blokes in America who seem to have very little in common with me, I just got a message from a bloke in Bangkok.
Who actually sounds rather interesting.
Um.
Um.
He sounds pretty smart and opinionated, loves his cats, is well-travelled, sounds like a bit of a food snob...he's a bit older than me, and divorced, and honestly I can't make out much from his photo other than he seems to have a beard (and a cat), but - hmm. Yeah. Maybe. Frankly, listing things you're really good at thus:
Cooking, cuddling, accurate grammar, strong no trump bidding. Finding excuses to delay preparing my classes. Keeping a conversation going with someone in an art gallery (which should be effortless, really, but it's amazing how many people can't find a thing to say under the circumstances).
...well, yeah. I'm good with that. Um. In fact the whole profile - yeah. He sounds like an interesting bloke.
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...so this is the part where my 'flee!' instinct kicks in. (Why is it I'm single, again?) But that's what I'm trying to stop doing, right? Because this whole reject-them-before-they-get-a-chance-to-reject-you approach to one's love life is just infreakingsane. And, after all, I can do dating. I have done the dating thing in living memory. Granted I had to be sort of surprised into it, rather than cold-bloodedly making it happen, but still - it's not such a big deal. It's just meeting someone and seeing if you get on.
t /pep talk
Um?
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See, and quite apart from the will-I-fancy-him, the will-we-annoy-one-another thoughts, there's the issue of whether he'll fancy me. Which, you know, on a day-to-day basis with random people that's fine, they can fancy me or not as they see fit, but when you're doing the dating thing then there's an expectation of fancying/being fanciable, and...er...you know, it's a stressful thing. I mean, evidently he thought my picture was cute, but that's because it's a cute picture! And, yes, it's recent, but I think it flatters me, and in person there's much more of a 'OMG, her ass is enormous!!!' issue. Er.
...I sound utterly ridiculous, don't I? Yes, I do. But, but, but - this whole Putting-Oneself-Out-There thing isn't an area in which I excel. I'm more talented in the Stay-Indoors-With-Cat area.
See, but this bloke also likes to stay in with his cat. Which is good.
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Thoughts, invisible internet friends?