Jayne ,'Ariel'
[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.
Ya, and, um, where was the "not hot" part of that? But, I guess, like you say, it wasn't so much a date, as a make out thing. I should try that some time.
As for the Set online. I have a deck, and have the iPhone app. I'm not bad at the game. About average, maybe a bit better. She is clearly in the top 2% level. Very fast thinker. Yes, her brain is EXTRA spicy! Yum!
Anyone else in kind of a Gomez place right now?(Besides Jilli, because "all the time" doesn't count.)
Oh my, lots of cat~ma's all around.What he said.
Anyone else in kind of a Gomez place right now?meara speaking en francais does shift the old Kinsey score a bit, doesn't it?
meara speaking en francais does shift the old Kinsey score a bit, doesn't it?
Alas, this isn't as effective as me speaking Elvish. Cute straight boys look at me even funnier.
Alas.
Wrod, Windsparrow. This. As if I'm not in total flux in that department from these foamy Bitches.(Which puts a whole new flavor on "You wanna hug it out, you little bitch?) If you guys really love me, you'll name the next Bureau "Bureau 5: Bitches Hug It Out." Please? IJS. But if you'd rather I begged for something else, that's good too. True story.
Oh, omnis. Re-read. I said last night was QUITE hot. Just not a date. :)
Meanwhile my head is being spun all around. So, quite a while back (a year ago or so?) I answered this dirty ad on craigslist. (It was sort of a fantasy "and then what would you do?" thing. Which is so not my usual, but...it was so up my line of kink, as it were) And emailed back a dirty response. And got a hot reply, and replied...and got a reply, which had a "here's my myspace" or something that was more...real world and less hypothetical. And I chickened out and never wrote back.
Fast forward a year. Have been randomly chatting with friend of friend who I met at dancing, who is cute-ish but not quite my thing. But who found me on an online dating site and emailed me, about the dancing, and we've written a couple times, and we chatted more at dancing last week, and she seems very cool, we have some stuff in common. Etc. And she just wrote and was like "you could respond to my real email, which is [INSERT EMAIL FROM RANDOM HOT CHICKENED OUT CRAIGSLIST EXCHANGE A YEAR AGO OMG!]"
I recognized it randomly and went "HMOG, that's the SAME PERSON!?!??!? HSQ. HMOG. OMWTFPOLARBEAR!!!"
I was set to turn her down for the date, but...now I'm thinking maybe I SHOULD take her up on it. Cause I already know she can write a very hot email fantasy. Ahem.
Jump on that, meara!
Dear God, woman. You should totally hit that.
Alas, this isn't as effective as me speaking Elvish. Cute straight boys look at me even funnier.
Alas.
I, I, I am just appalled that you aren't fighting off hot boys with a stick. Or, y'know with a Bat'leth. Because, damn it, you are cute and just utterly made of pure, unbridled win. And you speak Elvish. How is that not a turn-on?
What the fuck is UP with the universe, damn it? I demand a recount!
Heh - meara, that's fascinating. I say go for it, too.
And you speak Elvish. How is that not a turn-on?
The world is a very confused place. Also, wrong.
The Girl is sitting next to me with one sock on. "Why do you have one sock on?" I ask. "I just do," she says.
This is about as interesting as our life gets.
She's bought me a digital piano for my birthday. It should arrive tomorrow. I haven't had a piano since I was 18. Now that's exciting.
That sounds like a great date, omnis. And yay for more gaming!
In other, semi-related news, I was delighted to see that there's a Set app for the iTouch. I love that game.
As for dating, the thought of even trying to meet someone is enough to cause severe anxiety. Just trying to articulate why this is (short version: weight and body image issues, general social awkwardness, getting into a conservative church environment in college) is enough to give me the shakes.