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Wolf wondered:
Well, Wolf, my experience is rather limited to one "flavor" but I must have lucked out in the draw because I've been sampling it for 19 years now and have liked it from the beginning. My instinct says if the natural scent of your partner is pleasing to you, then the rest of it will be also. But, as I said, I'm limited to a sampling of one so I could be way off. Deb oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo
To Panther: Here, here! And for Wolf: In moments of passionate "love" the taste and flavor*become* the person you love....and I have been lucky enough to experience such overwhelming "passionate love" for an individual that there was no part of their body or "bodily fluid" that I didn't love or want to taste.... That *need* to be as close as possible, to be inside or have that individual inside you...to taste as much as you can....touch all that you can....meld yourself to them, becomes the all consuming passion! oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1998, 3:30 p.m. "Sandy, you doing anything for New Year's?" "Yeah, I'm thinking of going to something at the University. Why?" "I just thought if you weren't doing anything ... but you are. ... So ... um, do you mind if I ask a personal question?" "Depends. What do you want to know, Megan?" "Are you and Jim ... well ... dating?" "No, Megan, I told you before. I'm not dating these days. And Jim says he isn't either." "No I meant.." "What?" "Well, it's almost like you and Jim are dating ... each other..." "You mean because we go to parties together? No. ... No. We are, as they say, 'just good friends.' Best friends. Why? You hear rumors about us?" "No. No rumors. It just crossed my mind, that's all. You two are very close and ... well ... not every pair of 'best friends' go to every party together in lieu of a date or an S O ... so ... as I said, it crossed my mind." "Well, just don't mention this to Jim -- I don't think he'd appreciate people meddling into his private life. OK?" "Promise." "Thanks, Megan." oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo
I just had to write, man, because this weird thing just happened earlier today. A mutual friend of ours actually asked me whether my roommate and I are 'dating.' She said it had to do with the fact that we are so close and do so much stuff together. And it's true that neither of us is seeing anyone else. I'm wondering whether my emotional state is sort of showing up on her intuitive radar or something. I mean, she's very perceptive about some things. She definitely asks questions about us that no one else asks. And if *she* is getting vibes from me, maybe *he* is and he's just not talking about it. This whole thing is really just wearing me out. I got your other e-mail about the reasons for NOT trying to turn your guy from the 'love of his life' to you. But maybe we should just make a pact to just announce how WE feel without trying to convince our friends to feel the same way for us. That way, it would be out there. And we wouldn't have compromised anybody's integrity. Things couldn't get any worse than they already are, right? Or could they? What if he feels too awkward living with me after that? I don't want to be tiptoe-ing around making sure that nothing I say or do could make him self-conscious or anything. I mean the guy usually has no problem going around in just a towel or just his boxers. I wouldn't want him to feel like he couldn't do that. A guy should be able to just be himself in his own apartment, right? Gotta go. There's a paper bag with my name on it. --Wolf oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo
On Tue, 29 Dec 1998, Wolf wrote:
[snip] Wolf, You want us to face guys who have basically announced that there is someone else. An unattainable someone else. But someone else, nevertheless. And you want us to just quit dancing around and come out with it. Not try to ask for anything -- just make a statement. Put the ball in their court. Then, what? We sit back and wait for the rejection. Get it over with. And go on. I'll say this: you've got guts. When you're done breathing into that paper bag, you want to go first? --Panther oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo
On Tue, 29 Dec 1998, Panther wrote: [snip]
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Who says we have to take turns? We can both go simultaneously. I'll give us both a deadline: We tell them by noon January 9. Sooner if possible. Or we shut up forever. Deal? --Wolf oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo Date: Tue, 29 Dec 1998, about 7:00 p.m. "Jim, have you been reading the Watchman fanfic, lately?" "A bit. Why?" "Have you noticed the way Joe and Jake talk to each other in some of those stories?" "What do you mean, Chief?" "Kinda mushy for guys, don't you think?" "Yeah, sometimes. Why?" "Well, when you were in a relationship, did you use to talk like that? Mushy talk? Cutesy nicknames?" "And this is your business, because...?" "I bet you did. I bet you're really a big mush!" "Look, Sandburg, what makes you think I'd get into cute nicknames and stuff?" "I don't know -- what made you call me your 'little guppy'?" "I never." "You did. When we went fishing with Simon that time when we ran into the poachers. You said something like, 'Ready to learn how to fly-fish, my little guppy?'" "OK, so I did. That doesn't mean I'm a mush." "Well, if you say something that cute to your roommate, I can just imagine ..." "And you want to imagine because ... why? Is this for one of your chapters, Sandburg -- 'Mating Habits of the Urban Sentinel'?" "I'll ignore that. " "Well, how about you, Sandburg? You do the mushy stuff?" "Maybe. ... OK, well, yeah." "So what makes you think Joe and Jake are any different from us, Chief?" "I guess you're right. I guess we have more in common than I realized." oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo
Wolf said:
Nope! I've heard that it depends on what you eat, and that vegetarians taste better, but that wasn't my experience. I had a boyfriend who became a vegetarian during our relationship, and it really didn't change the taste at all, except a little more bitter. I will say this, that I've never tasted any that I thought was so revolting I just couldn't swallow. But it does take a little getting used to, especially the texture, which is kind of strange. But if I can learn to not only tolerate it, but enjoy it, so can you, I'm sure! Good luck, Karen oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo Date: Tues, 29 Dec 1998, about 8:30 p.m. "Hey, Chief?" "Yeah?" "Are you ever going to tell me about your 'mystery crush'? "Eventually, Jim. And 'crush' is so not the right word. It's a lot more than a crush." "Is it somebody I know, Chief?" "Yep." "But you're not going to tell me who she is?" "Well, it's not exactly a 'she,' Jim." "Hence, the secrecy?" "Yeah. Well, that's part of it." "What? You thought I'd get uptight about that, Sandburg? I told you that stuff doesn't bother me." "You wouldn't feel, you know, uncomfortable knowing that I could feel that way about a guy? You know, with me living here? " "You already said you had considered that kind of relationship with a guy. Have you seen me looking any more uncomfortable with you than usual?" "Well, no ..." "So there's your answer." "You really are great, Jim. Love ya, man." "Love you, too, Chief." oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo
Wolf, is there any possibility that your roommate is pining for _you_? Before you say 'No way!', think about it. Wouldn't it be terrible for you not to say anything, and him not to say anything, and have the two of you not saying anything blow up in your faces? I'm not saying you need to make a big confession, or spring for roses and candlelight, but you've got to break out of this stalemate. 'Cause you really never know until you do, and you'll only _know_ if you try. Hopefully, even if he is pining for someone else, it will be cleaner in the long run. Trust me, from experience the second-guessing just smears it all over the place. Good luck! Cynara oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo
On Tue, 29 Dec 1998, Cynara wrote:
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Hi, I really appreciate your writing me like this. I do need all the support I can get. But I was wondering just how staying quiet could blow up in our faces? I know that eventually he'll figure out that something is up with me. In fact, he *knows* that I'm suffering from unrequited love. But if I tell him and it can't be mutual, then how can we be comfortable as roommates? Both of these situations seem really awkward and I'm not sure which one is worse. --Wolf oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo
On Wed, 30 Dec 1998, Wolf wrote:
See, I have the theory that people don't react well to holding patterns. What if's force one into a holding pattern. Ergo, something gives eventually, and by that point it all has snowballed and like a snowball, has accumulated junk in with the water. You ever melt snowballs? Anyway, it sounds like right now is pretty awkward, and while it's true it could be worse, it could also get a _whole_ lot better. You know better than me, your friend that is, but don't you think it's just possible that he could live up to all the things that make you love him, and at least be able to accept that, even if he doesn't exactly return them? And there's that possibility... Hey, did panther ever get around to telling his? I delete my mail so fast it isn't even funny. oooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooooooOOooo Date: Wed, 30 Dec 1998, about noon "Hey, Catharine, what's up?" "Just finishing up ... then I'm outta here!" "I hear that." "So, Blair, you got plans for tomorrow night?" "Yeah, Jim and I'll probably go to the Department party." "You're taking your roommate to the New Year's Eve party?!" "Well, not exactly 'taking,' more like we're going there together ..." "Well, midnight should prove interesting." "Midnight?" "Hello! New Year's Eve? Midnight? Everybody yells 'Happy New Year!' Guys grab nearby women for the ritual osculation? You know, midnight." "Oh, ma-an ... midnight" |