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*makes a huge tray of cookies and drags in a sofa* there's enough to share while we wait for Jester's update. Everyone comfy?No one needs a drink?
*sits to wait*
Me to a friend: I know I'm crazy, you know I'm crazy, the zombies at the end of the world will know I'm crazy. Thus not eating my brain for fear of ingesting the crazy. It's my survival plan.
Haha, I'm definitely an exception. I have literally been saying, since as long as I can remember (we have it on tape as early as 5) that I was going to marry my husband.
My sister? She was 18.
But I trust your judgment. You say she's not that mature emotionally? She's probably not. I don't know her.
I wish you luck. Let us know if we need to come help bury a body. I'll send Hubby and two big dogs who love to dig
I am Wolverine.............and Wolverine does not do high kicks.
He was a hero to me....and heroes are not supposed to die.
*calmly takes cookie and nibbles while watching everyone fight* Anyone got any milk? *looks around* No? * pulls out hip flask* I guess I can sip on this till someone brings milk.
I'm the 5th horsemen of the apocalypse. Bringer of giggly bouncy doom, they don't talk about me much.
I do hope that you folks weren't LITERALLY sitting around waiting for this update. Since, you know, it's a beautiful Saturday on a holiday weekend, and I would hope you would have better things to do. Hell, I wish *I* had better things to do....but that's another story.
So I met with Mr. Wonderful. To his credit, he not only wasn't late, he was early. Of course, me and my friend Cool Chick showed up even earlier, and she sat at the next table, pretending to be focusing on the tv's or her beer. Didn't matter....Mr. Wonderful speaks so quietly, *I* often had to ask him to repeat himself, and I was at the same table! CC said she heard some parts, but not everything, so I can't wait to hear her opinion, but her initial assessment that she told me was about the same as mine...he is.........tolerable.
Most of what he said was acceptable. He didn't seem to be trying to say what I wanted to hear, but what he believed. Sure, some of it might have been him blowing smoke, but my bullshit detector wasn't going off that much. Thing is, I don't think he was intentionally lying about any of it, but I think there were some things that he actually BELIEVED one thing when the truth was something else.
He had no problem with the age difference, as he judges people on an individual basis. I can see that, but what I could not see was his complete cluelessness on how other people might have a problem with that. How can you be that unaware of society, even if you disagree with it?
He and are very different people, he being somewhat shy, a bit socially awkward, and very softspoken (except when his job dictates otherwise), and I being very loud, obnoxious, outgoing, sociable, and talkative.
He SEEMS to want whatever will make Princess happy, which quite honestly is what her mother and I want, and what her father would have wanted as well. He has some blind spots that disturb me, but no huge red flags went up when I was talking to him. So for the moment, I shall re-dub him Mr. Tolerable.
The only time I truly got mad was not his fault.....about an hour or so after we sat down, maybe 90 minutes even, Princess walked in. Which, as I told her at the time, was a sign of disrespect towards me, since she knew I wanted to talk to him privately. I was Very Unamused with her. She, of course, didn't see a problem, as she was simply checking up and making sure I hadn't killed Mr. Tolerable/been an ass to him/scared him off into the great blue yonder. Despite the fact that I had told her I would be polite and civil to him. Which I was, and which he even told her I was.
But her oblivious appearance showed that she was still in that starstruck stage of a romance, where the two people can't bear to be apart very long, especially if one knows the other one is going through something that is potentially unpleasant. (Me being the potentially unpleasant thing, of course.) Such a stage only lasts so long. I know Mr. Tolerable thinks that he and she have a future together (yes, we discussed that...no, you don't get details), but once this stage wears off, I wonder. And we shall see.
Princess was right about one thing. He does not act his age. While he is not immature or anything, there is some naivete about him that you would expect in a twentysomething, not a fortysomething. His complete lack of understanding why people might have a problem with their age difference being one example, and his complete indifference to why anyone might have a problem with the speed of their move in being another example......but these were not the only two such examples.
For the moment, he lives. I have no reason to see him buried....yet. If he is true to his word, and/or not as naive as he seems, and/or she doesn't tire of him quickly, they may have a future together. Right now I am cautiously observant.
Likely is she see's alot of her father in this man.
If she does, I don't see how. Other than their age, they have absolutely nothing in common. He is nothing like her dad. I don't say that as an insult, mind you....they are just different people.
Thank you. Not everyone thinks so, so I appreciate it.
And thank you to all of you that tolerated my rants on this whole subject, and expressed their support in this very trying time. I may not be a parent, but this was a parental situation, and the support of my friends AND y'all mattered more than I would normally admit. It's good to know that I am not alone in such thoughts. So again, thank you so very much.
"The Customer Is Always Right...But The Bartender Decides Who Is Still A Customer."
I still think that there is something off about this guy, if you need something to deal with him if he turns out to be a scumbag I have a golf club you can borrow.
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