L'Amour à la Skonque...
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mousmeI'm in a rush, as I have to get to the Resident Evil game soon. Is it me, or has the LJ font changed? I don't remember changing my preferences... Oh well.
Here's my update, as promised. For those of you less interested in hearing a slightly more detailed version of my love life, stop now. There's nothing else in this entry. :)
Where to begin? Poms picked me up after work yesterday, which was nice. Not having to schlep back in the bus is always a plus. He bought me a yellow rose, which was sweet, even though it *is* considered a funeral flower in most cultures. Heh.
He cooked dinner again. Tortellini, which occasioned any number of Calvin and Hobbes jokes. Fun conversation over marinated mushrooms about dogs and various other pet stories. Much amusement and exchanging of anecdotes, mostly about strange dog behaviours and random rodents kept as pets during youth.
Then we watched cartoons for about half an hour. Pepe Le Pew, no less, chasing after one hapless cat after another. Much hilarity after watching Le Skonque, Le Mew, Le Pew, etc...
The rest of the evening was even more pleasant. Without going into excruciating detail (familiarity does breed contempt after all, as my father is fond of saying), I'll just assert that "the rest of it" as discussed with RDE is indeed extremely nice. Came dangerously close to following RDE's advice to the fullest, thus putting into question my whole resolution to wait until after I'm married.
Nonetheless, Poms was understanding and gentlemanly about the whole thing, if really disappointed. I was amused and very touched to discover that the sweetie actually went out and did *research* on the topic at the library. Was reminded of this slash bit of Harry Potter fanfic in which Percy does exactly the same thing in order to seduce Wood. Poms also sheepishly admitted that he has a Mulderish collection of erotica to draw upon for inspiration.
I was amused, and also vaguely relieved. At least one of us knows what we're doing, even if it's not from experience. I feel like a complete idiot in this, as a completely uneducated novice in the who business. Still, it went remarkably well. Didn't realise you could kiss someone for so long that your mouth could actually *hurt* afterwards.
Was still very very pleasant.
Kept having to dodge questions from the Parental Units this morning.
Them: "What are you thinking about?"
"What did you do with [Poms] last night?"
Me: "Errr..."
*lol*
To say the least, my thoughts have pretty much been one–track since last night.
Off to game now.
Here's my update, as promised. For those of you less interested in hearing a slightly more detailed version of my love life, stop now. There's nothing else in this entry. :)
Where to begin? Poms picked me up after work yesterday, which was nice. Not having to schlep back in the bus is always a plus. He bought me a yellow rose, which was sweet, even though it *is* considered a funeral flower in most cultures. Heh.
He cooked dinner again. Tortellini, which occasioned any number of Calvin and Hobbes jokes. Fun conversation over marinated mushrooms about dogs and various other pet stories. Much amusement and exchanging of anecdotes, mostly about strange dog behaviours and random rodents kept as pets during youth.
Then we watched cartoons for about half an hour. Pepe Le Pew, no less, chasing after one hapless cat after another. Much hilarity after watching Le Skonque, Le Mew, Le Pew, etc...
The rest of the evening was even more pleasant. Without going into excruciating detail (familiarity does breed contempt after all, as my father is fond of saying), I'll just assert that "the rest of it" as discussed with RDE is indeed extremely nice. Came dangerously close to following RDE's advice to the fullest, thus putting into question my whole resolution to wait until after I'm married.
Nonetheless, Poms was understanding and gentlemanly about the whole thing, if really disappointed. I was amused and very touched to discover that the sweetie actually went out and did *research* on the topic at the library. Was reminded of this slash bit of Harry Potter fanfic in which Percy does exactly the same thing in order to seduce Wood. Poms also sheepishly admitted that he has a Mulderish collection of erotica to draw upon for inspiration.
I was amused, and also vaguely relieved. At least one of us knows what we're doing, even if it's not from experience. I feel like a complete idiot in this, as a completely uneducated novice in the who business. Still, it went remarkably well. Didn't realise you could kiss someone for so long that your mouth could actually *hurt* afterwards.
Was still very very pleasant.
Kept having to dodge questions from the Parental Units this morning.
Them: "What are you thinking about?"
"What did you do with [Poms] last night?"
Me: "Errr..."
*lol*
To say the least, my thoughts have pretty much been one–track since last night.
Off to game now.
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Good stuff
Date: 2002-04-14 01:18 pm (UTC)Second comment: Research? *chuckle* Cute. Almost obnoxiously cute, in fact. ;)
Third comment: "Waiting for marriage" is a cruel and unnatural form of torture imposed on young people (well, young women) by sanctimonious old men of the religious persuasion. Practice makes perfect, and you want your wedding to be perfect, right? ;)
Just my 3 cents worth. I'm happy for the two of you, and it sounds like everything is going well.
Re: Good stuff
Date: 2002-04-14 02:46 pm (UTC)What Curtana said. Although I don't want to opine on your private life, and with all due respect for any decisions you might have made in terms of waiting until culturally significant major rituals get performed, and with the caveat that this is based on my own (male, 100% secular humanist, neo-barbarian, fairly hedonistic, fully in touch with my Inner Monkey) beliefs, I do have some observations:
1) It's a helluva lot of fun. Human beings are wired to really enjoy it.
2) For the first time in human history (hell, prehistory, dammit, evolution) we live in a time where the likelihood of the two major drawbacks to having wild monkey sex whenever we feel like it, i.e. infectious diseases and the woman getting pregnant, is reduced to near-infinetesimal levels.
3) The third, social disapproval, is no longer relevant unless you are some sort of religious fundamentalist.
4) The decision to wait until marriage is one that is rarely made when one is in full possession of the facts.
5) You are a grown-up and capable of making your own decisions, and while your friends love you, you do not have to listen to them and are the only person whose thoughts you need to take into consideration here.
6) Research. Heh. Good line; wish I'd thought of it way back when I needed it :).
7) Go Phnee! Significant others are A Good Thing :).
But enough pontificating; your life, you do whatever deem best with it...
Whisper words of wisdom... Let it be. Let it be.
I am not sure whether or not I am welcome to offer you any advice but I will take my chances (I am known to be a risk taker) and offer you my two cents (since I am most likely less of an authority than Curtana :) on advice on the matter...
Regarless of what you and Poms think, YOU BOTH ALREADY KNOW EVERYTHING THERE IS TO KNOW ON THE MATTER OF CONCERN. (And quite frankly, you probably have both known for a very long time... You just don't realize it.) Knowing exactly how you currently feel (because I was once in the same situation), you can take my word on it. Besides, I will be honest... You will find out sooner or later :)
I also long thought that it would be NEVER, EVER, EVER before marraige. Being a pretty strong and devout Christian, this Zealot thinks that you should follow your heart and do whatever feels right. It's no use trying to deny what your conscience dictates, you will only regret not listening to it :)
for what it's worth...
1. Waiting for marriage means no fun beforehand, and many broken hands (punching walls) for your boyfriend. BUT, it's not the end of the world. Folks dueled over less just a few centurys ago.
2. I agree with curtana that you need to lie to your parents, no matter what. Truth is worse than fiction. Believe me, I know. Unless you REALLY want your mother to be a sobbing mass at your feet someday when she learns the "awful truth."
3. Just do what you want. Hell, who's gonna call you on it? GOD?