renting a facility (The Peterson Auto Museum!) for Noah and Grace's birthday party in March (no seriously)
Oooooh!
And here I'm whining about scheduling a not-really-date via a proxy. (Notthinkingnotthinkingnotthingking.)
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
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renting a facility (The Peterson Auto Museum!) for Noah and Grace's birthday party in March (no seriously)
Oooooh!
And here I'm whining about scheduling a not-really-date via a proxy. (Notthinkingnotthinkingnotthingking.)
is the proxy Rachel?
It kills me that I've known Rachel for over a decade now!
Man, I go to kink parties. I see lots of naked naughty bits and activity that's...pretty fucked up, really. But cuddle parties are NOT ON. God DAMN, that skeeves me beyond the telling of it.
...my life is unusual.
Yep, Rachel. She's probably exasperated as all fuck at me, since she seems to be really gungho and proactive, and I'm all whatever, let me survive the next month.
Dude, you've probably known me a decade.
Maybe, sara. I've known her for 13 years, give or take. Crazy.
I don't want to cuddle anyone I don't know and like and feel really comfortable with. And even then, not all of *them*.
Except for The Ackles. I'd cuddle him and his bow legs in a hot second. Tom Hardy *wishes* he had bow legs like that.
Kat, 'tis the season for horrible stress. I'm sorry. Grit your teeth and carry on? With a drink before bed maybe?
Can't recall how you know her. Utne? College? All a blur, and freaking odd to have that sorta-unconnection connect with lisah et al. Or not weird, as the world is small (one of lisah's dad's boyscouts was one of my dad's grad students. And that is not the only odd crossed-path there.)
I think a cuddle party could be nice. I think an orgy could be nice. I'd likely give either one a try.
Bars not so much unless I'm there with a pack of friends, but I've been trying that shit for years.
In college we had parties that often wound up halfway between a cuddle party and an orgy. But we all knew each other before swapping hugs and/or spit.
Between theatre and krav, I'm okay with the premise of bodily contact. I've spent a lot of time straddling strangers and dripping my sweat on them in public. I've grabbed my fair share of acquaintance nuts.
But cuddling? That's like a thing. I'll roll with just about anyone, but not snuggle.
And, luckily, the last inappropriate wrestling boner I've been...exposed to was many years ago. Many many.