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Ah! Milk for breakfast. It's too early. I'm back at work and not thrilled about it. I stayed up a wee bit later than I should talking to The Lady in Green, Naomi. Yes, I finally learned her name. She kept it hidden from me for a while. Oh, and before I forget, Hello to Naomi's mom!
One thing really nice about being single again is that I find it much easier to talk to a wide range of people. Sunday night, I went sifting through a bunch of people who'd written us in the past year and dropped them a hello message. So many people change email addresses.
Then yesterday, I started a nice chatting session with Amanda, a young girl Andrew and I met at Dragon*Con this year. She was wearing hot snakeskin pants. She's a sweet lass who also had a recent breakup. So we exchanged virtual hugs. Hugs for the poor...I love hugs. And I'm told I give great hugs. I like to give full body hugs. To sorta surround and encompass them with warmth... Course mostly women, but there are a few men I'll give hugs to. I've gotten a lot of compliments for 'em though.
I think the reason I got so good at them was the unavailability issue. Since I was unavailable, Andrew would be the one to meet all the women and flirt hard. I found it difficult to flirt (usually, but not always). Actually, when we first started playing at Excalibur, we joked that I would have to "live vicariously through Andrew".
Well that got old quick. So how could I do it on my own? Hugs.
The best hugger I ever knew was the large black girl from College. She was in United Campus Ministry with me. And oh, she gave the best hugs. I just melted in her body and arms. I guess, that's kinda how I felt I should give hugs. And so far no complaints...
Okay, there have been a few when I get carried away and give a wee bit'o'bear hug... Or there was a twirling hug I gave a last weekend to one of the French court laides. It was in a precarious position that left us...um...[literally] rolling in the hay. We went spilling to the ground. I'm just lucky I didn't flash anyone with my kilt. But I fear that will be a running joke for now on...ugh!Cellphones, dying batteries and renewed hopesAny case, after spending the day venting with Amanda, I was excited to share the rest of the day chatting with Naomi. It started briefly with email exchanges and then we moved to instant messenging and concluded the evening with a wonderful talk until my cell phone battery died. Then back to instant messenging.
I'm not used to talking to someone for so long. Last time I did that was in high school. But this was much much more enjoyable, and promising too. Who knows I might even be able to use up some of those minutes I never use on my phone.
I got my cell phone a couple years ago now and I've never EVER gotten close to using up the minutes. Even reduced them at one point. I guess now I might need to find out when "Night and Weekend" minutes is official. Shoot, the only people I call typically are my Ex and Andrew. So gotta figure this out.
Well we talked our ears off. And to quote my friend, Anne of Green Gables, I think we might be "kindred spirits". But we're still learning a lot about each other.Everybody wants my G-String!But can you believe the nerve of her to ask for one of my "G-Strings"!!!! I mean seriously, just because I was thinking about bracelets and she knows metals...
Yeah, I think that's my next art project, making bracelets. I used to make grass bracelets in college, but I was thinking I need to find a way to turn my expensive string-breaking skill into some thing to pay for those strings. And recently, it's become all the rage of Nagians to hoard our strings. And of course, my G-String is a top dollar item. I'm waiting to find them on eBay.
I did learn one thing from my Ex (who took a metals class last semester) though. And that is brass is fairly toxic. So I guess I'm gonna have to strip...
The brass off the string core and use that.
Well, I want to finish up right now with another sappy poem I wrote this weekend.More thanI love you more than the scent of lavendar.
I love you more than the butterfly.
I love you more than the taste of warm apple cider.
I love you more than the clear blue sky.
I love you more than any man will.
Though many I'm sure will try.
I love you more with each passing day.
And only I will love you until you die.
I love you more than the King's sweet song.
I love you more than the blue jay.
I love you more than the rising sun.
I'd love you more if only you'd stay.
But now I love you though your love has strayed.
And many new men enter your life.
You push me away and my love augments.
For my love is the whistle of the fife.
Posted by Marc Gunn on Tuesday, November 12, 2002 |
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