so here's details:
thursday was fucking freezing and drizzly/snowy. so we scrapped plans to go for long walk and met at cozy pub. Talked, lauged, drank beer (don't tell O Captain My Captain -- i'm supposed to be on an alcohol prohibition).
went to cafe' that serves nothing but chocolate in all forms. had gourmet hot chocolate. contemplated Man's lovely accent.
decided chocolate had fortified us against cold sufficiently to attempt short walk. crossed clifton bridge, wandered around national trust forest. enjoyed scenice overlooks. basked in glow of company, was impervious to cold. wondered why in hell glowing Man company wasn't madly kissing me in the gree, misty ambiance.
suddenly in DIRE need of wee. do you understand DIRE? oh my god the pain!!! that kind of dire. normally i am perfectly happy to wee in woods (prefer them over toilets to be honest), but didn't want to freak out Man on second date. casually mentioned need of loo. walked doubletime back to bridge where there is public toilet. Saw pretty birds on the way.
went back to pub where we began for food. had venison sausage and mash, and cider. faboo meal, all the better for the company. did NOT want to go home. not alone, anyway. Man offered to give me lift home on his dashing steed (manufactured by Ford). Man is taking me to concert next week. Invited him to mine for dinner beforehand. kindly accepted.
current status: scavenging city for attractive, affordable candleholders and racking my brain for what to cook a scottish buddhist vegetarian!!! (i'm polish and german; if it ain't sausage, it ain't a meal. see above.) present menu plan: asparagus and mushroom risotto, baked yams, greens salad, and apple pie for pud. whadda ya think?
oh, and he gave me a cd of the singer we're going to hear next week. thoughtful, yes?
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nothing to explain or apologise for, dollie.(hugs) i admire the heck outta ya and ENVY your enviable education, enviously. now go raise the plaid!
dinner menu sounds lovely...but he's beginning to sound too good to be true.
Affordable candle holders - try British Home stores
Hun, roots are important and I love you dearly but you are American. I know you don't like it but we don't think any the less of you for it. We know you're trying to kick it.
As for the guy. He does sound nice. The only bit that puts me off is the Buddhist Vegetarian bit. Buddhism is fine but humans are omnivorous. Living on beans and pulses is not natural. You can go Ommmmmm! a lot and eat steak. Honest.
Venison sausage? Lovely. Haven't had any for years. Will be buying some tomorrow.
why are you buying venison when all you have to do is put an order in with Uncle M for some bambi steaks?
Anyway, must admit that I agree with herebe over the vegetarian thing...no offence to any veggies out there but I don't think its normal, natural or (if you share a bed with them) particularly nice (all those beans and pulses can do terrible things to your digestive system) I would hazard a guess that the reason he didn't kiss you was the fact that he has low testosterone levels owing to the dearth of red meat in his diet!....
huh? American? Where did that come from? How is that relevant at present?
I'm not crazy about the veggie thing myself, being an omnivore, but as long as he doesn't expect me to convert i'm fine with him eating whatever he likes.
And I don't think he's too good to be true. He's definately not perfect. (He lacks Herebe's giant meaty man shoulders, for one thing.) But he is pretty good. And very kind and compassionate. So I guess I can live without the shoulders (provided Herebe lets me gaze upon his every now and again, you know, just for the aesthetic experience).
CB - when do you expect relevance from herebe...and while we're on the subject. yes - herebe does have mighty meaty shoulders but the downside to that is have you ever tried to walk through the mirror dept of a store with herebe? Try it sometime...when you have fortnight to spare....
and I know we're teasing but I got my fingers (and toes) tightly crossed that this keeps going well for you.
Hey, you mentioned the Polack German thing. That's why I said roots are important but you are what you are. If it went to roots then I'd be quarter white Russian Latvian, quarter German, a dash of Irish, a dash of Scots...as it is, I'm English. That's why it's relevant. My writing style is an accretion of detail. It's not just nob gags. Although there are a lot of them about...
And yes, you can look on my shoulders for the aesthetic experience. They are, after all, shoulders that have just taken two minutes off my 21k p.b. with disgusting ease, rhythm and length. I love days when it all goes right. Even when they are usually followed by days when you couldn't pull even yourself if you tried.
Good luck with the dude tho. Sounds good. When do we get to meet him?
So what's the gig you're going to? I've been trying to work it out with the help of ents24 but haven't had any luck.
Is he showing his impeccable taste by his choice of music once again then or are you not so sure?
HC: who is uncle M and how can i get some bambi steaks from him?
ZB: Americans, lacking a culture of their own, tend by and large to associate themselves with the culutre of their immigrant ancestors, no matter how distant. My maternal grandparents were geographically much closer, so i tend to associate more with the polish heritage. we eat polish food at holidays, use polish toasts, greetings, expressions, and pet names (mine's "Pupka," if you can believe that).
HC: teasing is good. in Poland there is a saying (see what i mean?): "chucha-chooby, chucha looby" (phonetic spelling). It means "you only tease those you love."
ZB: nob gags. yes. they are about. i'm trying to come up with something pithy about gagging on your nob, but it's not happening.
can't think of a joke either.
Ba-doom, ching!
when do you meet the dude? shoot, soon as poss i hope. the more trusted friends to scrutinize him the better. the last time i dated a guy seriously, lo these many years ago, all my friends unanimously despised him. if i had listened to them sooner i could have spared myself a year of angst. so get your butt to bristol. (and bring my 100 quid with you. and HC.)
Loganoc: Cara Dillon, front row, the nationally acclaimed accoustics of St. Georges Hall, 9 pm. Been listening to the CD he gave me. I don't normally listen to soprano women, but she does have a beautiful voice. I like her traditional folk arrangements, but some of her more modern stuff sounds a bit too much like easy listening. Personally, i'm going for the company.
Uncle M is the father of my 2 blonde haired blue eyed no volume controlled chaos making goddaughters (for brevity's sake we'll call them the BH/BE/NVC/CM/GD's in future)...he's a bit bloodthirsty and is the purveyor of all things poached to selected members of the herebe/hendrix-cat extended family. This esp includes venison (known to the aforementioned BH/BE/NVC/CM/GD's as bambi steaks) as he catches so much of the damn stuff that they've now refused to eat it and its usually given to the dogs instead (mind you the dogs being the ones that catch it I suppose that's only fair.) should you want an order probably best to ask herebe as he's back in Newcastle more often than I am...
"you only tease those you love" I guess the Polish and the Latvian have a similar outlook on life then..
Can't work out whether you want me to come to Bristol or whether you're that confident your hamster will beat Geli in a fight...so instead I'll just offer you an open invitation to Edinburgh....(although why you would want to come up here to the butt of the north I have absolutely no idea...)
Pupka? The lead character in HBM was originally called Bubka. You were that close to nearly being immortalised in print! Whey hey!
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