Spike: Lots of fuss over one girl. Other things to do around here--important things. Angel: You know that whoosh thing you do when you're suddenly not there anymore? I love that.

'Unleashed'


Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.  

[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.


Vortex - May 18, 2009 11:28:46 am PDT #10126 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I fear, however, that I am becoming increasingly eccentric and possibly unable to live with someone else.

Yes, this.

I am generally content with my life. I have great friends and support systems, and I rarely feel like going out or doing something that I dont have someone to do it with. The one thing I miss is the cuddling. Just lying on the couch watching TV (that I picked, of course) or a warm snuggly body when you go to bed. Friends and appliances take care of the rest :)


Aims - May 18, 2009 11:36:19 am PDT #10127 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.

appliances take care of the rest

Skewing the conversation a bit, I wonder if I would have been happier being single if I'd had an appliance for company other than the fridge.

t ponders


NoiseDesign - May 18, 2009 11:36:46 am PDT #10128 of 30000
Our wings are not tired

I think the washer makes better company.


Cashmere - May 18, 2009 11:38:22 am PDT #10129 of 30000
Now tagless for your comfort.

It was an accident, it was sheer luck, and it was all timing.

Christopher and I met drunk at a party in college. It's the one night stand that has lasted 19 years. I got lucky in more ways than one.

And I feel for everyone out there not single by choice. Life is tough and most people want someone to share the good and bad.


Vortex - May 18, 2009 11:38:52 am PDT #10130 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I wonder if I would have been happier being single if I'd had an appliance for company other than the fridge.

eh. I don't have to have the appliance, it just means that I don't have to go out.


Vortex - May 18, 2009 11:40:22 am PDT #10131 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

I am encouraged by stories like Cash's. My bro met my SIL at one of the cheesiest bars in town (The Irish Times, for DCers), my friend A had sex in the bathroom at a party on the first date, she thought he would never call, they are happily married with three kids. So, there's hope.


tommyrot - May 18, 2009 11:45:17 am PDT #10132 of 30000
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.

Huh. Maybe I should rethink my strategy of avoiding one night stands....


Barb - May 18, 2009 11:45:44 am PDT #10133 of 30000
“Not dead yet!”

I think the washer makes better company.

Dryer. It's warmer.


Calli - May 18, 2009 11:47:06 am PDT #10134 of 30000
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Sometimes I think I like thinking about having a romantic relationship more than I'd like actually having one. 'Cause this:

I am generally content with my life. I have great friends and support systems, and I rarely feel like going out or doing something that I don't have someone to do it with.

Yes, there's the cuddling and the sex. But I'm not sure I want to give up singing songs to my cat and eating crackers with cheese for dinner and making a unilateral decision to screw cleaning the apartment that weekend because I want to go see Star Trek and grab lunch with my friends. While I could probably say, "Learn to love the sound of 'Leifur had a Little Lamb,' 'cause I'm not stopping," I recognize that when you get down to living together food and cleanliness levels sort of have to be negotiated.


Vortex - May 18, 2009 11:50:52 am PDT #10135 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman

Yes, there's the cuddling and the sex. But I'm not sure I want to give up singing songs to my cat and eating crackers with cheese for dinner and making a unilateral decision to screw cleaning the apartment that weekend because I want to go see Star Trek and grab lunch with my friends. While I could probably say, "Learn to love the sound of 'Leifur had a Little Lamb,' 'cause I'm not stopping," I recognize that when you get down to living together food and cleanliness levels sort of have to be negotiated.

Yep. Right now there are no fewer than three pairs of shoes in front of the couch from where they were kicked off as soon as I got home. the table is covered with 2-3 weeks of mail and deitritus that just got put down when I walked in the door. And, there is a pan in the sink that's been "soaking" since last week. If I lived with someone else, that would not be the case.