'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
[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.
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.
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.
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.
Huh. Maybe I should rethink my strategy of avoiding one night stands....
I think the washer makes better company.
Dryer. It's warmer.
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.
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.
Dryer. It's warmer.
Spin cycle.
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.
I live with someone else and that is entirely the case for me. Someone elses do vary.
But I'm not sure I want to give up singing songs to my cat
Nah, we both sing songs to the cats and the dogs.
and eating crackers with cheese for dinner
Sometimes he has pretzels and cheese for dinner while I eat ice cream.
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.
We blow off cleaning to hang with friends all the time.
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 only reason we put shoes in the bedroom is because the dogs will eat them or the cats will hairball on them if we leave them in the living room.
the table is covered with 2-3 weeks of mail and deitritus that just got put down when I walked in the door.
Only 2-3 weeks? I envy you.
And, there is a pan in the sink that's been "soaking" since last week.
Our sink is Ground Zero for Lutherans.
If I lived with someone else, that would not be the case.
I live with someone else and that is entirely the case for me. Someone elses do vary.
Testify.