But ogged, that email you sent me made it so clear that you only wanted to be friends. I cried all weekend, read HJNTIY again (twice), and finally got over it. Please don't put me through the agony of rejection another time.
Oh, and Monday doesn't count as a holiday for some of us. Life and work go on as normal. (Heck, one of the universities I attended always started fall semester ON Labor Day. What a disaster -- tons of new students lost on campus and no support staff anywhere in sight).
You mean the one that said, "Will You Marry Me?" Not what we'd call a "close reader," eh pg? Anyway, I just want you to want to date me; I'm not committing to anything else.
Funny story re Monday. I was talking to someone and said that we should talk again Monday, blah, blah, blah. She asked if I was going to be in, as she was taking off for the holiday. I replied that I don't take "those kind of holidays" off. What I meant, of course, was that I don't take lesser holidays off, such as Presidents Day, MLK's Birthday, etc. Still, I think it kind of came out wrong.
I figure if you have to feed the meter, then the Holiday is not official enough to count as a Holiday.
Ha! Reminds me of the time ex-before-last and I were at an art museum, and came across some sculptures of chimpanzees just as a group of african-american schoolchildren ran by, as the ex exclaimed, "Look at the little monkeys!"
I just want you to want to date me
But what's in it for me? Huh?
The bitter deliciousness of unrequited love?
Ogged, you are entirely too indiscriminate for me to want to date you. A girl wants to feel special and unique, you know.
Come on baby, who links to you like I link to you?
What if I said I'd rather date the grad student?
And sadly, that was predictable...
Lesbians: good. Lesbian sex: wet, sloppy, boring.
You want me to fix you up with the grad student now? What happened to the budding romance between you and Labs?
And sadly, that was predictable...
The truth is rarely surprising.
Re #6 (and, Ogged, I will NOT dignify your matchmaking with a response)-- I was in a men's store with my mother; we were looking at slacks. I couldn't tell whether some cloth was dark navy or black, and my mom said, "we need to compare it to a true black" just as an elegantly dressed african-american gentleman walked by. Nice.
Hey pg, he shops with his mother! Awww. Right?
dude, I was in town visiting her, like a dutiful son, and I wanted to stop by some outlets. Never mind. Nothing I can say will make this all right.
Re: black people and matchmaking
Just got back from a night out with friends. Our waitress, which was a friend of a friend-whom-I'd-just-made-friends-with, was adorable (and black, if you're wondering how that ties in). I'm leavin' back to Louisiana on Sunday, so I never tried anything farther than getting a hug and telling her she was adorable. How long will I regret not getting her number?.....
I am, sadly, a predictable person.
Is it wierd that thinking about lesbians doesn't turn me on, but thinking about w-lfs-n posting about lesbians does?
FL, don't lose any sleep over this. Ogged is just trying to distract us all from the fact that the grad student did not want to date him and never wrote back despite our confirmation that they have email in Sweden.
Wet and sloppy sex is "boring"?
Ok, Ogged, I definitely do not want to date you now.
"Wet and sloppy sex is 'boring'?"
A point I was contemplating making myself, though I usually have the sense to stay out of comment threads where ogged is either displaying his dubious flirting skills, or digging himself in deeper.
But I repeat myself.
Hint, Ogged: "dry" is not a word to associate with women and sex. (Be it noted that some men have better sense, and experience; see also the quote from Broadcast News on the left sidebar of my blog re desperation.)
Yeah yeah. I'd like to lie and say I didn't mean it, but I can't get into that whole rutting around like animals thing. A little decorum, people.
Just lie back and think of England, ogged.
I'll make ya a deal, Ogged: you can have my share of decorous sex, and I'll handle your share of wet, hard, muscle-straining, screaming, out of control, undecorous, sex. Deal?
No, no, don't thank me! I live to suffer.
(I may be misremembering, but I don't believe I recall ever having dignified sex.)
Oh, and animalistic. I forgot to include being pro-animalistic sex.
Oh, just for fun ... here's a little Q&A link on dry sex aka outercourse.
Ah. I feel 16 again.
Ah, yes, dry humping. The most dignified sexual activity of all.