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Ever had a one-night stand that lasted a year? I have now.
I'm not a romantic. I wasn't looking for a relationship or anything at all beyond instant gratification and a scratch for my itch. I got all that and more, and I knew by the end of that night that I'd found a keeper.
If this were a movie, the scriptwriters would have had to write in a load of sappiness, drama, angst, One True Love and probably marriage and children to boot. However, this is real life, both of us prefer living alone, neither of us does drama and sappiness makes me retch, but nevertheless, there are at least a year's worth of reasons why![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
topbit is still a keeper.
He's a geek. He outgeeks me by light-years, in fact, but it's a glorious thing to be able to pepper conversations with Trek quotes, Firefly, Buffy or BSG references and have him get every single one. Last night he said something and I answered with - "well, I find it kinda horny but you know me - linoleum." These things are beyond pointless if you have to explain them.
I won't even mention the cardboard Chief O'Brien cut-out and the Star Trek duvet cover and the amusingness of being able to say "She cannae take it, she's gonna blow!" or "There are FOUR LIGHTS!" at the right moment.
Oh wait, I just did. And last night he did a particularly well-timed "All your base are belong to us" which is still making me giggle.
I'm still working on getting him into Farscape, mind you - but hey, all relationships need room for growth...
His kinks match my kinks. It doesn't matter how fantastic someone is; if you like being held down, slapped and called slut and he wants to kiss your feet, stroke you and call you a goddess (or vice versa) there's always going to be someone coming away unsatisfied. This does not happen.
He's awesome. And I'm going to stop before I do get sappy after all.
*blows kiss*
I'm not a romantic. I wasn't looking for a relationship or anything at all beyond instant gratification and a scratch for my itch. I got all that and more, and I knew by the end of that night that I'd found a keeper.
If this were a movie, the scriptwriters would have had to write in a load of sappiness, drama, angst, One True Love and probably marriage and children to boot. However, this is real life, both of us prefer living alone, neither of us does drama and sappiness makes me retch, but nevertheless, there are at least a year's worth of reasons why
topbit is still a keeper. He's a geek. He outgeeks me by light-years, in fact, but it's a glorious thing to be able to pepper conversations with Trek quotes, Firefly, Buffy or BSG references and have him get every single one. Last night he said something and I answered with - "well, I find it kinda horny but you know me - linoleum." These things are beyond pointless if you have to explain them.
I won't even mention the cardboard Chief O'Brien cut-out and the Star Trek duvet cover and the amusingness of being able to say "She cannae take it, she's gonna blow!" or "There are FOUR LIGHTS!" at the right moment.
Oh wait, I just did. And last night he did a particularly well-timed "All your base are belong to us" which is still making me giggle.
I'm still working on getting him into Farscape, mind you - but hey, all relationships need room for growth...
His kinks match my kinks. It doesn't matter how fantastic someone is; if you like being held down, slapped and called slut and he wants to kiss your feet, stroke you and call you a goddess (or vice versa) there's always going to be someone coming away unsatisfied. This does not happen.
He's awesome. And I'm going to stop before I do get sappy after all.
*blows kiss*
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Ever had a one-night stand that lasted a year? I have now.
I'm not a romantic. I wasn't looking for a relationship or anything at all beyond instant gratification and a scratch for my itch. I got all that and more, and I knew by the end of that night that I'd found a keeper.
If this were a movie, the scriptwriters would have had to write in a load of sappiness, drama, angst, One True Love and probably marriage and children to boot. However, this is real life, both of us prefer living alone, neither of us does drama and sappiness makes me retch, but nevertheless, there are at least a year's worth of reasons whytopbit is still a keeper.
He's a geek. He outgeeks me by light-years, in fact, but it's a glorious thing to be able to pepper conversations with Trek quotes, Firefly, Buffy or BSG references and have him get every single one. Last night he said something and I answered with - "well, I find it kinda horny but you know me - linoleum." These things are beyond pointless if you have to explain them.
I won't even mention the cardboard Chief O'Brien cut-out and the Star Trek duvet cover and the amusingness of being able to say "She cannae take it, she's gonna blow!" or "There are FOUR LIGHTS!" at the right moment.
Oh wait, I just did. And last night he did a particularly well-timed "All your base are belong to us" which is still making me giggle.
I'm still working on getting him into Farscape, mind you - but hey, all relationships need room for growth...
His kinks match my kinks. It doesn't matter how fantastic someone is; if you like being held down, slapped and called slut and he wants to kiss your feet, stroke you and call you a goddess (or vice versa) there's always going to be someone coming away unsatisfied. This does not happen.
He's awesome. And I'm going to stop before I do get sappy after all.
*blows kiss*
I'm not a romantic. I wasn't looking for a relationship or anything at all beyond instant gratification and a scratch for my itch. I got all that and more, and I knew by the end of that night that I'd found a keeper.
If this were a movie, the scriptwriters would have had to write in a load of sappiness, drama, angst, One True Love and probably marriage and children to boot. However, this is real life, both of us prefer living alone, neither of us does drama and sappiness makes me retch, but nevertheless, there are at least a year's worth of reasons why
topbit is still a keeper. He's a geek. He outgeeks me by light-years, in fact, but it's a glorious thing to be able to pepper conversations with Trek quotes, Firefly, Buffy or BSG references and have him get every single one. Last night he said something and I answered with - "well, I find it kinda horny but you know me - linoleum." These things are beyond pointless if you have to explain them.
I won't even mention the cardboard Chief O'Brien cut-out and the Star Trek duvet cover and the amusingness of being able to say "She cannae take it, she's gonna blow!" or "There are FOUR LIGHTS!" at the right moment.
Oh wait, I just did. And last night he did a particularly well-timed "All your base are belong to us" which is still making me giggle.
I'm still working on getting him into Farscape, mind you - but hey, all relationships need room for growth...
His kinks match my kinks. It doesn't matter how fantastic someone is; if you like being held down, slapped and called slut and he wants to kiss your feet, stroke you and call you a goddess (or vice versa) there's always going to be someone coming away unsatisfied. This does not happen.
He's awesome. And I'm going to stop before I do get sappy after all.
*blows kiss*
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fucking hell.
spent today farting about on buses, going totopbit's ex-flat to wait for the men picking up the washing machine, cooker and fridge and then on to the council office.
simple enough in itself - the fuck-about factor came in the form of 1. hormonal cramps and nausea a week earlier than expected, 2. PISSING cold rain and biting wind and 3. for some reason I couldn't get to sleep last night till 5am, and although I'd set my alarm for 9.30am I popped irrevocably awake at eight. So I was already walking dead when I started, and by the time I finally got home I was walking dead chilled drowned rat.
fortunately, I seem to have got over being miserable that he's not living in my town any more, although I can't say I prefer him being two hours away.
Was amused on the way home at Spike in the most extreme blatant attention-whore mode I've ever seen. He'd fix on a random passer-by, give them The Eye until they were compelled to glance his way and then go into full-on OMG BESTEST FRIEND EVER WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE!!! mode at them. I swear, he could get an ear rub out of a statue. He even pulled it on a woman in a car while we were crossing at the traffic lights, and he had her exchanging grins and mouthing sweet nothings at him for a good thirty yards. I love that dog.
spent today farting about on buses, going to
topbit's ex-flat to wait for the men picking up the washing machine, cooker and fridge and then on to the council office. simple enough in itself - the fuck-about factor came in the form of 1. hormonal cramps and nausea a week earlier than expected, 2. PISSING cold rain and biting wind and 3. for some reason I couldn't get to sleep last night till 5am, and although I'd set my alarm for 9.30am I popped irrevocably awake at eight. So I was already walking dead when I started, and by the time I finally got home I was walking dead chilled drowned rat.
fortunately, I seem to have got over being miserable that he's not living in my town any more, although I can't say I prefer him being two hours away.
Was amused on the way home at Spike in the most extreme blatant attention-whore mode I've ever seen. He'd fix on a random passer-by, give them The Eye until they were compelled to glance his way and then go into full-on OMG BESTEST FRIEND EVER WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE!!! mode at them. I swear, he could get an ear rub out of a statue. He even pulled it on a woman in a car while we were crossing at the traffic lights, and he had her exchanging grins and mouthing sweet nothings at him for a good thirty yards. I love that dog.
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fucking hell.
spent today farting about on buses, going totopbit's ex-flat to wait for the men picking up the washing machine, cooker and fridge and then on to the council office.
simple enough in itself - the fuck-about factor came in the form of 1. hormonal cramps and nausea a week earlier than expected, 2. PISSING cold rain and biting wind and 3. for some reason I couldn't get to sleep last night till 5am, and although I'd set my alarm for 9.30am I popped irrevocably awake at eight. So I was already walking dead when I started, and by the time I finally got home I was walking dead chilled drowned rat.
fortunately, I seem to have got over being miserable that he's not living in my town any more, although I can't say I prefer him being two hours away.
Was amused on the way home at Spike in the most extreme blatant attention-whore mode I've ever seen. He'd fix on a random passer-by, give them The Eye until they were compelled to glance his way and then go into full-on OMG BESTEST FRIEND EVER WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE!!! mode at them. I swear, he could get an ear rub out of a statue. He even pulled it on a woman in a car while we were crossing at the traffic lights, and he had her exchanging grins and mouthing sweet nothings at him for a good thirty yards. I love that dog.
spent today farting about on buses, going to
topbit's ex-flat to wait for the men picking up the washing machine, cooker and fridge and then on to the council office. simple enough in itself - the fuck-about factor came in the form of 1. hormonal cramps and nausea a week earlier than expected, 2. PISSING cold rain and biting wind and 3. for some reason I couldn't get to sleep last night till 5am, and although I'd set my alarm for 9.30am I popped irrevocably awake at eight. So I was already walking dead when I started, and by the time I finally got home I was walking dead chilled drowned rat.
fortunately, I seem to have got over being miserable that he's not living in my town any more, although I can't say I prefer him being two hours away.
Was amused on the way home at Spike in the most extreme blatant attention-whore mode I've ever seen. He'd fix on a random passer-by, give them The Eye until they were compelled to glance his way and then go into full-on OMG BESTEST FRIEND EVER WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL MY LIFE!!! mode at them. I swear, he could get an ear rub out of a statue. He even pulled it on a woman in a car while we were crossing at the traffic lights, and he had her exchanging grins and mouthing sweet nothings at him for a good thirty yards. I love that dog.
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topbit - you wanted boxes? I got some. Big sturdy ones from a moving firm. Someone on my dog walk route just moved in next door to the Helyar Road terriers and they left all these great big empty boxes on the grass patch on the corner, so I snagged 'em for you. They'll need parcel tape because I've flatpacked them but I'm sure you can cope with that.One box has "porno DVDs" written in big letters on the side, and one has "transvestite wear". Must get to know these people!
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topbit - you wanted boxes? I got some. Big sturdy ones from a moving firm. Someone on my dog walk route just moved in next door to the Helyar Road terriers and they left all these great big empty boxes on the grass patch on the corner, so I snagged 'em for you. They'll need parcel tape because I've flatpacked them but I'm sure you can cope with that.One box has "porno DVDs" written in big letters on the side, and one has "transvestite wear". Must get to know these people!
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