So went to Pennsic. It rocked as always, didn't fight this year since doc told me I couldn't. But next year. Next year the dragons of the Mid will hang on my tent flap. Oh yes.
But moving on! My camp has a very strict rule involving Pennsic. People are not to be taken home. If you met them at War you leave them at War. That knight or gracious lady will more than likely turn into a frog in mundanialand. To help with this we have a sub rule involving sitting on people about to do something or someone stupid until the urge goes away. These are smart and wonderful rules. This also means that if you do not camp with the Ragnesfolke but got laid by one it means my camp didn't think you were a bad idea. Congratulations.
Now then to the meat of the post. Shanky met a boy. A really attractive roman boy who proceeded to follow her around like a puppy for about a week and a half (met him tuesday of first week). My camp proceeded to approve and dubbed him 'little red tunic'. There are several stories involving little red tunic, including establishing a trade route between my camp and his when I came home one morning in a tunic that wasn't mine. Or his for that matter. Long story. Apparently somewhere along the line I was paid for in salt and I was married off for war. Not sure how that happened. But anyhow!
Remember that rule I mentioned a paragraph or so ago? Go up a re-read it if you don't. I'll wait. *elevator music*
I'm debating breaking that rule. He hunted me down on facebook through a convoluted route. And we've been talking for about 2 1/2 hour sessions. He's adorable and his camp has a bet going about how long it'll take him to drive out to visit me if I give him my address. There's also a joke going about making him register a second person in their camp next year so I can spend the day and not just the night in their camp. He's also taken to referring to me as 'love', much like my camp calls him 'little red tunic'. I find this unbearably cute.
Downsides: Boy is 19. I'm 21. I don't normally go for younger men. He however has one degree, is going for another and holding down two jobs while he does it. This implies a certain level of maturity that most guys older than him lack.
He lives in the next state over from me. It's at least a 7 hour drive each way if we decide to visit each other.
He smokes. I'm allergic to tobacco. This is a problem as he has no intention of giving up his cigars and I've got no way to cease being allergic.
All in all though, this would have been a damn good year to break the 'don't take them home' rule.
But moving on! My camp has a very strict rule involving Pennsic. People are not to be taken home. If you met them at War you leave them at War. That knight or gracious lady will more than likely turn into a frog in mundanialand. To help with this we have a sub rule involving sitting on people about to do something or someone stupid until the urge goes away. These are smart and wonderful rules. This also means that if you do not camp with the Ragnesfolke but got laid by one it means my camp didn't think you were a bad idea. Congratulations.

Now then to the meat of the post. Shanky met a boy. A really attractive roman boy who proceeded to follow her around like a puppy for about a week and a half (met him tuesday of first week). My camp proceeded to approve and dubbed him 'little red tunic'. There are several stories involving little red tunic, including establishing a trade route between my camp and his when I came home one morning in a tunic that wasn't mine. Or his for that matter. Long story. Apparently somewhere along the line I was paid for in salt and I was married off for war. Not sure how that happened. But anyhow!
Remember that rule I mentioned a paragraph or so ago? Go up a re-read it if you don't. I'll wait. *elevator music*
I'm debating breaking that rule. He hunted me down on facebook through a convoluted route. And we've been talking for about 2 1/2 hour sessions. He's adorable and his camp has a bet going about how long it'll take him to drive out to visit me if I give him my address. There's also a joke going about making him register a second person in their camp next year so I can spend the day and not just the night in their camp. He's also taken to referring to me as 'love', much like my camp calls him 'little red tunic'. I find this unbearably cute.
Downsides: Boy is 19. I'm 21. I don't normally go for younger men. He however has one degree, is going for another and holding down two jobs while he does it. This implies a certain level of maturity that most guys older than him lack.
He lives in the next state over from me. It's at least a 7 hour drive each way if we decide to visit each other.
He smokes. I'm allergic to tobacco. This is a problem as he has no intention of giving up his cigars and I've got no way to cease being allergic.
All in all though, this would have been a damn good year to break the 'don't take them home' rule.



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