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.

Dear God, woman. You should totally hit that.

I agree.

The world is a very confused place. Also, wrong.

I agree with that, as well. In my book, speaking elvish makes you as smokin' hot as John Barrowman.

Wait... Quenya or Sindarin?

I haven't had a piano since I was 18. Now that's exciting.

Yes it is. Well, I'm excited for you. And slightly envious.

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.

Oh, Anne. You deserve to think and feel better of yourself. Yet another reason, besides my own, for me to despise conservative church environments.

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.

Anne, whilst I want to say a mighty "WORD" to the above (as you speak for me, only my college environment added to my issues for reasons unrelated to conservative church environments) I also am typing with my jaw dropped, because (and I know it is useless to say this, because I totally grok that this is about one's own self-image, and hairpats are neither here nor there, but, crikey, I can't leave it unsaid) you are a strikingly attractive woman. I'm gobsmacked, and kind of pissed at the universe, at the thought of you feeling that way.

Sorry, though - I know that isn't helpful. But, fwiw, I'm sort of furious with the world on your behalf.

Thank you both very much. I know intellectually that my perceptions of myself (appearance, competence--that's a biggie, etc.) don't always match up to reality, but shaking the feeling of it? That's tricky.

On a more practical level, when it comes to the dating and meeting people to date thing, I honestly wouldn't have the first clue what to do. That's scary.

(and I know it is useless to say this, because I totally grok that this is about one's own self-image, and hairpats are neither here nor there, but, crikey, I can't leave it unsaid) you are a strikingly attractive woman. I'm gobsmacked

I agree heartily with Fay re: Anne and also re: Fay herself.

Wait... Quenya or Sindarin?

Sindarin. There simply aren't enough examples, even in the notes, to build a reasonable lexicon of Quenya. Christopher has, apparently, become quite agitated and cranky about this, considering the insane clamor coming from the linguistic fanboys.