New York is too big for me; I get agoraphobia
Oh, me too! I would die. My gay ex-boyfriend loves it there; I told him that THAT was the real reason we couldn't stay together! I wasn't entirely lying either. City Boy and Nature Girl.
See, my hastily-concocted plan was that you would appear on the scene in NYC, take your pick of the lovelies who would flock to you, and fly back home with him. ... which is actually better than most of the fictive futures I concoct for my own self.
I CONCUR.
(looks at Jilli)
Well? WELL?
Look, I'll take you to NYC with me next week. You just have to be willing to fit inside my luggage. With the petticoats and corsets. Or are we talking about me taking a tranq gun to likely-looking boys I meet and shipping them back to you?
Or are we talking about me taking a tranq gun to likely-looking boys I meet and shipping them back to you?
Jilli, hon, mind doing something similar for me and shipping him(her) down southways? ::smiles winsomely::
As soon as I Rip Off That Bandaid, of course.
Jilli, send southbound likely suspects to smonster at Calli's house. Either smonster rips the bandaid or Calli caves and unwraps the package first.
t /meddlesome
Hey, you! No meddling.
...nebbermind, that's fair.
My memories of dating life seem to mirror Aims with the rotten heartbreak to wild sex ratio. I usually went 2 years or so between dates (which limits the absolute volume of wild sex one has), and dating usually ended in crushing heartbreak and agony for at least one of us. Nope. I was not very good at dating. I was good at being single and I'm good at being married, but I was a loser at dating.
amych, I love the way you think.
Calli, I figure our tastes don't overlap so much, so could be a win-win!