Romance? Mr. Merry won me over because he was on a scuba diving trip way the hell in the midst of some ocean and I was leaving for a week long horse show. I asked him to call me before I left. Yeah, right, I thought. Fat chance. But to me it was a test. I admit it.
Well, wouldn't ya' know it, just as I was about to load the horses into the trailer, I get this phone call. Very garbled. Lots of static. Some sort of ship-to-shore delayed relay. It was him! He could only talk for about 90 seconds, but it was enough for me to go, "Okay. He gets me."
<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Merry:
I asked him to call me before I left. Yeah, right, I thought. Fat chance. But to me it was a test. I admit it.
Well, wouldn't ya' know it, just as I was about to load the horses into the trailer, I get this phone call. Very garbled. Lots of static. Some sort of ship-to-shore delayed relay. It was him! He could only talk for about 90 seconds, but it was enough for me to go, "Okay. He gets me."<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>
Oh yes, THE TEST. One known only to the one administering it, requiring oodles of psychic powers, sensitivity, the rules forever changing dependent on the mood. That, BTW, is the true difference between men and women. We dedicate a great deal of time constructing these tests, hoops, obstacle courses, puissance walls, all at the root to measure confirmation of love - and men, most of 'em anyway, haven't a clue what's going on. The poor things. http://chronicleforums.com/groupee_c...on_biggrin.gif
My romantic moment........went to a new boyfriend's house to um, watch movies. It was the middle of winter and he had a leather couch, not really cozy. He gets a blanket and puts it in the dryer, being from Kentucky, I thought the puppy had pissed on it but no.....he was just warming it up for me!
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neither Matt nor I are particularly romantic. ok. we aren't at all. but honestly, and those of you with long term relationships and marriages have to appreciate this. This is the first boy(friend) of the intimate sort I can fart in front of.
ok, so we live together making that inevitable, and maybe its just the sort of girl I am. but I am THRILLED to have one that will move his laptop so I can come sit on his lap. I can rip one, and RUN giggling. and he thinksits funny too.
All through HS I dreamed of a boy I could wrestle with and fart on, my best friend is insanely jealous (yes, we know we aren't "normal" girls)
and Heidi-- boy got a late start, hes still going thru the "oh my god I think I invented this wonderful thing known as sex" phase. While I am not complaining its definitely funny.
I take that back. Most romantic thing - last night while drunk as skunks sitting in corner of bar in Nogales, I half-test boy and am like "how long have we been together" since we didnt establish the relationship for a few months etc etc..
without taking a breath he answered the day we wrote our first e-mails to each other. and then rounded up the months.
No, it's just that I was so proud of being part of a conversation that didn't immediately turn into fart stories! http://chronicleforums.com/groupee_c...icon_smile.gif And that we managed to spin out an OT thread for 12 pages before the first fart ... well, I do find it admirable.
But now that we're there - am I the only one who is in fits of giggles when the horses fart? I think it is hysterical.
Poor Beezer. Seeing her big sis' spill her tawdry life stories on the BB. Yet, do any tales truly surprise her?
I have no interpersonal fart stories to share. However, I do have some great vomit anecdotes. The most priceless one:
So I'm dating cute blond Boy Toy, but I'm kind of embarrassed about the looks I get, so we try to go to dark places and slink around. One night we're at the movies all snuggly-buggly. It was some intense drama. Suddenly the woman in front of us gets up, starts to make this mad dash out of her seat and down the congested row in the dark. Suddenly she grabs her stomach, leans over the back of her chair and BARFS! Of course, it projects right into my Boy Toy's lap!!!!
Needless to say, it kind of put a damper on the night. And so much for quietly exiting the theatre.
Favorite souvenir: ashtray lifted from restaurant in London when I was a senior in high school. I did not do the lifting - dad and stepmother did, mortifying said senior. Oh, the disgusted looks I threw! Imagine, then, finding it wrapped up under the Christmas tree for me!
Here's one (prompted by the Mariah and other shriekers discussion): when did you know you had to dump him? For me, it was sitting in the back seat when the "I will always love you" Whitney thing came on, and he started making significant eye contact. To quote Heineken, EEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!