I want to think of a smutty rejoinder but it's far too early and I've just drunk the ultimate in unsmutty drinks (fizzy multivitamins), so no inspiration there.
However I will say I can completely understand the buying of tickets to Pasadena based on that hawt photo, having been myself similarly induced to buy a ticket to Belgium (er...not by the same person, obviously!).
Wheras we have been killing a bottle of Cockburn '03 in my living room, which for some reason causes us to regress uncontrollably to the earlier days of our courtship and communicate largely in flirty/raunchy lj comments. :-)
It was the best 2 days, 23 hours, and 30 minutes of travel I've ever invested in a mad gamble, I tell you what :-)
She rode a bus for 2 days, 23 hours and 30 minutes; then she waited for some chunk of time thinking I had stood her up, while I was wondering where her bus was.
To be less pedantic... we met on Lj, via, more or less, matociquala because I was ranting, against torture, or something.
Which is why I'm in Ottawa, slogging about on foot, in the middle of a bus-strike, being appalled that the Throne Speech is closed to the public, and generally having a grand time.
People keep saying things about the weather, and wondering what I was thinking, but there is no slush, and I don't mind the cold, because I 1: know about layers, and 2: am not unaquainted with it.
I notice he is leaving out the part where thinking he was kind of damn cool based on his charm and ranting turned into serious flirting, not to mention obsessive IMing, spending deranged amounts of time on the phone while he was off at Camp Roberts, and many other details of my complete and rapid transformation from a sensible woman of 38 into a crushed-out starry-eyed teenager within, as I recall, mere weeks...
I believe I had some notion that going to Pasadena might lead to 'getting this out of my system', but apparently it's one of those cumulative dose things.
I appear to be utterly and permanently demoralised, and cannot even seem to be arsed to mind. Pathetic, that's what it is. Pathetic.
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Date: 2009-01-29 06:30 am (UTC)However I will say I can completely understand the buying of tickets to Pasadena based on that hawt photo, having been myself similarly induced to buy a ticket to Belgium (er...not by the same person, obviously!).
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Date: 2009-01-29 06:35 am (UTC)It was the best 2 days, 23 hours, and 30 minutes of travel I've ever invested in a mad gamble, I tell you what :-)
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Date: 2009-01-29 06:43 am (UTC)How did you two meet, if you don't mind me asking?
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Date: 2009-01-29 06:55 am (UTC)To be less pedantic... we met on Lj, via, more or less,
Which is why I'm in Ottawa, slogging about on foot, in the middle of a bus-strike, being appalled that the Throne Speech is closed to the public, and generally having a grand time.
People keep saying things about the weather, and wondering what I was thinking, but there is no slush, and I don't mind the cold, because I 1: know about layers, and 2: am not unaquainted with it.
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Date: 2009-01-29 06:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 07:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 07:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 07:16 am (UTC)Enjoy Ottawa! And keep warm ;)
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Date: 2009-01-29 07:19 am (UTC)I believe I had some notion that going to Pasadena might lead to 'getting this out of my system', but apparently it's one of those cumulative dose things.
I appear to be utterly and permanently demoralised, and cannot even seem to be arsed to mind. Pathetic, that's what it is. Pathetic.
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Date: 2009-01-29 07:20 am (UTC)Like she was going to get it out of her system.
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Date: 2009-01-29 07:22 am (UTC)As one does.
Besides, things didn't get REALLY mad until around May '08. I had it under control before that, I swear I did!
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Date: 2009-01-29 07:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 07:39 am (UTC)I would like to state for the record that we did not actually have sex at the El Monte Greyhound station.
And also that our failing to do so was
largely due to HIS good sense and discretion.HIS damn fault, not mine.no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 07:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-01-29 07:30 am (UTC)(And you have no idea how hard the above sentence is to type when it's late and your fingers are cold.)
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Date: 2009-01-29 07:37 am (UTC)Also, he wasn't bald by then; his hair had grown out to slightly longer than it is in the picture. And he is VERY convincing...