June 02, 2004

• A good friend of mine met his now wife over the Internet. LambdaMOO, to be precise. They have two kids and are still happily married. Whereas the girl I met on the Internet turned out to be crazy (in an "insane asylum" sort of way, not just a "all ex's are crazy" sort of way). Try to be open minded when the time comes, but don't put yourself in a situation where you have to rely on this person in order to live and/or see anyone you've ever known again. We all know that personalities online can be vastly different than IRL, but that's true for short interactions like dates in any case.
• Met what seemed to be a really awesome woman online. Met her in person, even cooler. We hit it off for a couple of months, then she got cold feet and bailed. If nothing else, it was good while it lasted.
• Be extremely pessimistic and expect it to be a disaster. That's my advice. Then it can only be a pleasant surprise.
• A friend of mine met a girl on the Internet. He traveled across two states to meet her. He married her, brought her back home to live with him. They divorced less than a year later -- hadn't spent enough time around each other to really get to know each other's expectations. Got pretty messy there at the end. However, I think that's more a cautionary tale about knowing who you're marrying, not so much about the perils of internet matchmaking. How I hooked up with my wife is not exactly a story I'll want to tell my grandkids, but it's left me open-minded about improbable beginnings.
• I had a couple friends that had met through the alt.punk newsgroup. They are married now and seem pretty happy.
• First meetings are tough for anyone, PF. The online aspect has this (imo rather unwarrented) reputation for creepy because of media-hyped troublesome incidents (pedophiles, scammers and whatnot). But I think you have a better situation here than, say, you're average blind date - you've already spoken, you've already likely exchanged photos, you know something of the other person, enough to know that you *like* them. She wouldn't have agreed to meet you if she suspected you were a maniac or found you (at least intellectually) unappealing; you wouldn't be flying to meet her if that feeling wasn't reciprocated. So? Normal rules apply. Be yourself. Be interested. Be a gentleman. Don't expect to fall into bed, but be prepared in case of that pleasant eventuality. Don't feel that you have to marry this girl, anymore than you'd feel you'd have to marry any other first date! And remember that, for every trepidation you are feeling about this meeting, she is feeling the same or more. Do you best to put her at ease, and you'll find that it helps to put you at ease. And don't forget to have fun. Try to think of this is a nice new adventure, and a lot of the pressure you're putting yourself under will evaporate.
• What Fes said. (You HAVE spoken on the phone and exchanged photos, yes? That should help relax you somewhat.) And futhermore, what Fes said. I met two women over the internet. One became a very close friend for two years and we met a couple of times -- for twenty minutes at a time -- on layovers when I'd fly through Chicago. We helped each other get through our divorces with a lot of Instant Messaging. The second woman I met in a "chat room" and she came for one long weekend visit. It wasn't about friendship, if you know what I mean. And that's all that came of it. It was a fun, dirty experience. Enjoy yourself. Whatever happens happens. In other words: What Fes said.
• PF: I swapped CD's with an anonymous stranger online who lived many, many states away. I later found out (through correspondence) that he grew up a few towns away from me. We spoke online a few more times, but kept the banter casual. He was intelligent, enthusiastic, and mild-mannered. He came back to my area one recent weekend for a family event, as his parents still lived close to me. We agreed to meet. When I met him in person, I was disappointed because his physicality did not match up with how I had imagined him. He was just plain ugly. And a bad dresser. Heh. But still the same intelligent, enthusiastic, mild-mannered gentleman. On paper he was perfect, but there was no attraction whatsoever. All in all, I'm glad I met him. I just wouldn
• I've got a friend happily married to "Internet Chick #5", so a plus there. On the other paw: Long-distance bad! Baaaaad! If it has to be long distance for more than a couple of months, don't do it PF. I mean do it but don't do it, ne c'est pas? fair warning given, it's obvious you've already left your headlights on - so, party down :)
• She is going to kill you, then fuck you, then eat you. And not necessarily in that order.
• I know an awful lot of people who have met their spouses/significant others online. I'm one of them myself. One friend's story. Now, as far as my story goes, I met someone through mutual friends online, and nearly instantly we hit it off. We chatted for a few weeks, which led to phone conversations, and tons of overage charges on our cell phones. It was almost like we lived every minute of our life together, yet we were 650 miles apart. Last December, on Christmas morning, I drove down to the airport to meet her (she came out for the holidays). I felt exactly like you describe. Excited, yet terrified. I knew that I loved her, but I wasn't totally sure. I waited, and waited, and waited. Each second, my stomach turned a little tighter. She called my cell-phone about a minute before walking to the baggage return, to let me know to expect her. It was the longest minute of my life. When she walked through the doors, we casually walked up to each other, looking each other over, and then embraced tightly. That embrace went on for what seemed like weeks. The rest of the week was magical, and it solidified the idea that we are compatible to each other, and that we really need to live closer to each other. It took six months of planning and saving, but next week the wait will be over. We're going to be living together full time. Some advice: Look at it not as the first time that you are meeting her. Instead, look at it as two people who have been seperated for way too long. That will make things easier, especially if you are head over heels as you say. Also, honesty is the key, as always. If you both are aware of the totality of the other person, and you still want to meet, then things will go well, I suspect. I have friends that have met online, through MUDs, Blogs, or other communities that have been together for years. And I've found that for everyone one that has a bad experience, there are people like me or Ferrett.
• Nostrildamus: bwwwaaahahahah! i love your eloquence. heh. kek.
• I am shawnj's girlfriend, he is my boyfriend, whatever. Shawn is not my first online romance. I once flew all the way to Scotland to meet someone I thought I had a connection with. It was a great week, but in the end it didn't pan out. My two cents: Have no expectations. Think of it as an excuse to travel and have adventure. If it doesn't work out between you and she, at least you have that much. Anything else is just gravy. Even if you do hit it off, that doesn't necessarily mean you're lifelong partners. Time together is the best indicator. Although Shawn and I are going to be living together, neither of us are going into this thinking there are any guarantees. And, yes, our visits together were absolutely fabulous beyond all expectations. We lucked out, methinks.
• my mom fell for a guy on the internet. a divorced airline pilot with a grown daughter in australia. he'd email mom from paris, the daughter even struck up an email friendship with mom. you can see this coming. he wasn't divorced, he had TWO BABY DAUGHTERS, no daughter in australia (that was him pretending to be the daughter) and mom ended up in a hotel room with him in the shower and me on the phone and a gun in his suitcase. long story short: be careful.
• SideDish makes another excellent point: Be safe. Make sure your friends and family know the contact information of the person you are going to be staying with, and how they can get a hold of you. If you feel at all uncomfortable, or that little nagging voice tells you something: listen to it! Just because she's a chick doesn't mean she can't be violent.
• Well, PF, I'da said you MIGHT have had a better chance if you hadn't knocked 45 years off your age and LIED about the artifical leg. It probably wasn't such a good idea to scan in that picture of Viggo Morrison with your name on it, either. You still might do OK. (chance = HEsnowballLL) But, you ought to do something about that uni-brow, and shave your back. Don't braid your nosehair with ribbons. Luuuz the fake Jamacian accent, and wear something else besides that plaid leisure suit with the purple bow tie. Buy some flea powder. Clip your toenails. Please don't file your teeth to a point--this upsets some women. Don't speak Klingon and avoid mentioning your navel fuzz collection. Grunting, scratching below the waist, and spitting into the soup--not at dinner, please. Keeping one glove on all night may be weird, but better than showing her all those warts on your palm the first date. On preview, what Nostril said.
• THE FIRST TIME! WHAT NOSTRIL SAID THE FIRST TIME!
• What Blue said, except the part about spitting into the soup. Chicks diiiig the spitting.
• Oh man. I feel really guilty about pretending to be a chick when I was talking to PF online now. In all seriousness, and whilst advising caution and moderation of expectation and hygiene and what everybody else said, can I just speak for unashamed romantics everywhere and say: GO FOR IT. Thankyou.
• (oh! and let us know how it goes!!!)
• I met my husband online. On Fark. We chatted for about a month, talked on the phone, became friendly. Was not looking for a relationship. Met in person a couple days after 9/11. Overwhelming attraction at first sight. Love followed very quickly. Definitely that "soulmate" feeling. Now we have a 10-month-old son. It was the most romantic, whirlwind, exciting, thrilling experience of my life. The sex was awesome too. I've never considered meeting online people offline "creepy". If I get along with someone online, why wouldn't I get along with them in person? In some ways it's better, since you have a chance to get to know more than the superficial about a person, and it's a lot less awkward in the initial stages of acquaintance. I've had friendships and relationships that began online before, and I've had pretty good luck overall, since most of the people were just as they said they were. Yes, you can run into freaks, but if you keep your antennae up, you should be able to figure it out beforehand in most cases. So I'm all for it - just be aware that you're head-over-heels over your *idea* of what this person is like, since you can't really know what they're like 'til you meet them. You might be close to the mark, you might be way off. I've had a few people misrepresent themselves to me. It's easy to do, online. And it sucks. Lower your expectations, be wary, be safe, and no matter how great it turns out to be, it's probably still going to feel a little weird to meet at first - especially if the other person doesn't match up closely with the image in your head. After a while, though, it becomes like any other relationship, except you got to skip some of the bullshit parts right at the beginning. And you'll probably spend a lot more money on phone bills and plane tickets. Good luck! Tell us how it went, huh?
• Maybe one day someone will meet their soul-mate for the first time on Monkeyfilter. All it takes is a shared love of bananas and an ability to spend the whole night talking wildly about Turkmenistan... *sighs and falls into agreeable romantic reverie*
• I met my husband online in 1999. Long story short, it was a good and bad experience. Meeting in person was a thrill; we spent a week together that had its highs and lows. Warning bells rang loudly in my head but I married him January 1, 2000 anyway. Went through a very difficult first two years, basically learning how to live together. Still together, things getting better all the time (better, better, better), though I still regret making such a major change in my life in such a stupid way. My advice, be careful, have fun, be smart. It can work, and does for many people. It's really no different than meeting people the "traditional" way, except that you don't get as much "in-person" time, which for some people makes all the difference. Depends on if that's important to you.
• I'da said you MIGHT have had a better chance if you hadn't knocked 45 years off your age and LIED about the artifical leg. It probably wasn't such a good idea to scan in that picture of Viggo Morrison with your name on it, either... you ought to do something about that uni-brow, and shave your back. Don't braid your nosehair with ribbons. Luuuz the fake Jamacian accent, and wear something else besides that plaid leisure suit with the purple bow tie. Buy some flea powder. Clip your toenails. Please don't file your teeth to a point--this upsets some women. Don't speak Klingon and avoid mentioning your navel fuzz collection. Grunting, scratching below the waist, and spitting into the soup--not at dinner, please. Keeping one glove on all night may be weird, but better than showing her all those warts on your palm the first date. What BlueHorse said, plus, wash your hair with the anti-lice stuff at least three times before you go to the airport, do NOT pack your studded dog collar or your thirty-year-old teddy bear with both eyes missing or your custom Homestar Runner rubber underwear, and don't chew on the string of garlic you keep around your neck when you get nervous. If you must grunt at dinner, take her out to McDonalds. And don't invite her out bowling, even if you do have that crystal bowling ball with the skull of your father in it (unless she's a hardcore Janeane Garofalo fan). And here's a semi-serious rule of thumb: rarely do both persons meeting this way think of it as 'creepy', so if you have misgivings, chances are real good that she won't. But if she starts answering to more than two different names, run!
• Wow, thanks all! I laughed, I cried, I laughed, and even calmed down a little. Didn't last, though. *contemplates abyss* I'll let you know how it flies, to be sure. (Keep em coming!)
• I've heard enough horror stories from both male and female acquaintances (charming expats that end up turning into money-borrowing, married eurotrash; wacky, fun-loving raver girls than go ballistic and trash apartments and end up bringing old ex for a beating) that the net scares me for meeting a possible sentimental relation. Any chance of a webcam broadcast of the event? Well, you know. for your, erm, safety, of course.
• How to impress your date
• I have done this twice. The first time went very badly. He was attentive and sweet online, which turned out to be overwhelming and possessive in person. Throw in flat broke and maniac driver, and let's just say I escaped it a much wiser girl. My advice from that particular experience is to have enough money with you to stay elsewhere if needed. The second time was much better. I was very cautious and he was a real gentleman. I knew we would be good online friends even if it didn't last in person (long-distance is a bitch), and I was right. Your experience really depends on the person you're meeting. You're essentially inviting a total stranger into your life. Sometimes that works out, sometimes it doesn't. I wish Good Luck to both of you.
• All kidding aside PF, my son, GramMa has these two items of advice: 1. Greet her with a small bunch of flowers in your hand the first time you see her. They don't have to be expensive, just colorful. Roses aren't really the best choice *cue psycho movie music* Something like daisys or carnations say, "I'm harmless. You're special." 2. No sex. I'm serious. NO SEX. None. Nada. Zilch. Zip. (not unzip) Keep the hairy-scary PF dragon chained, at least for this weekend. I know, I know, you're saying what else would you expect from an old fuddyduddy like your GramMa, but YOU were the one that mentioned the L-word. If you are serious about seeing what kind of long-term relationship can develop, I suggest getting to know this girl without complicating things. Talk. Eat. Talk. Go for a walk. Talk. See the sights. Talk. See a movie. Talk. Eat. Talk. Hold hands. Talk. Talk. TALK. TALK* There's not a woman in the world that isn't flattered that a man shows interest in her mind as opposed to being interested in what's in her panties. Even if she's up for it, she can't HELP but be impressed by your strength and self-control. If you happen to strike a fire, well, there will be that much more to look forward to on your next trip. And lastly, the burning and yearning you have in your heart now doesn't EVEN begin to compare to the burning and itching in your groin that could occur if she's NOT the girl you thought she was. If, by the end of the weekend, all that talking has led you both to thoughts of not-talking, the practice should make it easy to talk about things like birth control and getting tested for STDs. *Besides, all that talking will develop strong tongue muscles. Very useful in a developing romantic relationship. *GramMa blushes*
• GramMa's dirrrrrrrrrty! Who knew? Get down witcha bad self, GramMa! *contemplates sending Blue The Pop-Up Kama Sutra for Christmas*
• damn codes
• Tool: Already have The Pop-Up Kama Sutra on my shelf next to my Feel Me: The Kama Sutra in Texture version
• Also, chicks really dig guys that quote Kraftwerk. Especially in a computery voice. Bonus points for doing the robot as you do it.
• I mean, doing the quoting... Not... You know... Doing... it...
• My brother met his future wife online. But the meeting was arranged by my sister so, at least there was security that she was who she said she was from the start. Saying that, I'm not particulary fond of meeting new people online (except for MoFiers of course). And most of the people I have on my messenger's list are people I met beforehand on person. Still I have met online some girls. All of them quite dull and childish for my taste except for one, a college student majoring in philosophy that first I thought was an italian (she gretted me quite often in italian) or an american studying in europe (we talked in english only at first). She turned out to be mexican and living exactly in the same city as I. To make the long story short, I fell in love with her but at the same time I was afraid of her. And I thing both feelings were mutual, so we never came around to meet each other. But one day never logged on again for a long time (one year I think) and when she finally did she had a completely different attidude, so did I. We could never recover what was lost. Anyway, we were complete opposites. She was a poet, an artist, a deep unpractical thinker. I was just pretending to be the same and in the end I couldn't fake it anymore. Before, during, and after meeting her I continued dating out other girls. But after that I started wishing the next one would be someone like her.
• i second GramMa's little nosegay suggestion! very, very sweet idea. women like to be wooed, not WOO WOO WOOOOOED.
• Don't listen to her! She's dirrrrrrrrrrrrty! But here's an old-school technogeek flower for you, Blue. @}---'-,--
• First time I met someone from The Internet, it was a guy I'd met through good old early-days Yahoo chat (1998, I think it was, when I was cool and had a motorbike). I wasn't planning anything but a chat over a beer, but he may have been expecting more, and combined with the fact that I was getting over a cold I found out later he thought I was a bit boring. (This may actually be true -- consider future MoFi meeters warned now.) Since then I've met a bunch of people from two newsgroups that I used to frequent and don't have time for these days. The first group, from one newsgroup, were all lovely people and we met more than once, and were instantly comfortable with each other. It was like a giant slumber party. The next time was just me and a friend from another rather offbeat newsgroup, in New Jersey, and we had a lot of fun. Aside from a little awkwardness at the beginning, we were close enough friends online that we had no real problems offline, and she still calls me occasionally. (I'd call her but I keep losing her number, or she keeps moving house, or something.) I know of one couple that met through the Terry Pratchett newsgroup and married last year and are blissfully happy (and apparently they couldn't stand each other online at first), and a real-life friend who moved to Australia two years ago to be with his online girlfriend is also very happy (although they are a little like the stereotypes you might expect -- he's sort of socially inept and a little short, she's rather large and they live with her parents). Happiness is what counts, and the internet is just another medium to find that person. It's like penpals on speed. (Know your expectations and be prepared for something slightly different to what you expect -- there's always something altered from your mental image, whether for better or worse. Hopefully you're open enough to those differences that they have no influence on your feelings.)
• I was sitting here trying to think the last time I dated someone I hadn't met first on the Internet and realize I haven't in about seven years. Looking back I've had much better luck with Internet meetings than IRL hookups. But, I worked in a lesbian bar, with all it's assorted drama, so your mileage may vary. My first Internet girl is now my best friend, and I'll be attending her Commitment Ceremony in 2.5 weeks. Between her and my current partner of 4.5 years I met easily a dozen women from the Internet and only one of them was what I would consider 'dangerous'. And that's mostly in an emotional leech way. I met my current gf in a chat room when we both lived in Chicago. We met up with a bunch of other locals and had beverages and mexican food. We started hanging out solo and it eventually turned into something more. She's a good egg.
• iggy, you're in love with an egg? iggy and eggy! heh.
• Hey, PF! Good luck to you :) I've never dated anyone online before, but my best friend became my best friend cos we wrote each other emails every day for several months. GramMa's right, communication is pretty important. Alot of stuff you talk about electronically may come out entirely different face-to-face. Be brave. Be careful. Be optimistic. Be afraid, that's fine too; fear is a good life-preserver. And be aware there are 1000+ monkeys rooting for you while you're there. Um. Also, long distance relationships don't work. I've seen many, many relationships fall apart once one partner goes off somewhere. It's heart-wrenching, but true. So just keep that in mind. *HUG*
• Oh, I forgot to mention the lesson of my little story, PF, go for it, even if she turns out not to be the one, or you will regret it.
• Flowers, check. Tongue muscles, heh. No sex, hm. Got to think about that one. Also, I am 100% sure she is exactly who she says she is, by the way, that's not what I'm worried about. I'm worried about all the gerjillion accidents and misunderstandings possible in a face-to-face meeting, because my sense is, this could be big, if it grows up normal and nobody locks it in a basement on a bread and water diet only bringing it up into the light weekly to beat it into unconsciousness. I'm really appreciating all this feedback, by the way. Only reinforces my positive view of internet acquaintances. Penpals on speed, and group therapy on bananas.
• Best of luck!
• I met my wife online, and we're extremely happy together. After I got over the worst of the trauma from divorcing my first wife (note to any of you who get divorced: DO NOT ATTEMPT DATING for at least a year), I started thinking about trying again with women; along with pestering friends to "set me up" (the only ones who did picked such an impossible match I wondered if they were just havin' fun with me), I decided on the spur of the moment to check out the Personals section on my Yahoo front page -- just to, you know, see what kind of people advertised there and what kind of things they said. Scientific curiosity. Then, of course, I found an ad that I really wanted to respond to and shelled out the $20 for a month's membership. I saw her a few times, we had a good time talking about music and movies and I got to go backstage at Lincoln Center, but there was no spark. Still, I'd gotten my feet wet, and I decided to put my own ad up. After the first few responses, I realized I was attracting the wrong kind of women, and further realized my ad was too generic -- I'd unconsciously been modeling it after everyone else's. So I got mad and scrawled an ad so perverse that the boring gals would be scared off, and I started getting much better responders. Then I heard from The One. She took my mention of languages and ran with it, sending me a long message from the point of view of different characters (she's an actress) in English, French, and Spanish alternately, with bits of others thrown in. She was sharp as a tack and bubbling with life force; I was instantly smitten. I responded in kind. We couldn't wait to meet; problem was, she lived in a Southern city and wasn't moving to NYC for almost a month. It was a long few weeks, but we exchanged a lot of charming, intense, hopeful messages. Finally the day came: we met in the Village, hearts pounding, expectations sky-high. Nothin'. As correspondents we were Abelard and Heloise, Robert and Elizabeth Barrett, pick your favorite literary lovers; in person we might as well have been a couple of mummies just unrolled from their scrolls. We couldn't believe it, but after a couple of dates we sadly agreed that we might as well forget the whole thing. Meanwhile, I'd been corresponding with someone who seemed funny and smart and warm-hearted, but who lived too far away for practicality; besides, I was already smitten with the actress. But we kept corresponding anyway, because we liked hearing from each other so much, and wound up becoming good online friends. Eventually, after further dating misadventures I won't bore you with, we decided we might as well meet, so she took the train to NYC and we met in Grand Central with no prior expectations whatever. Reader, I married her. Moral: Don't get your hopes up too high for this one, but don't be too pessimistic either. Life is full of surprises.
• Also, what Nostrildamus said about the killing and the fucking and the eating.
• Male praying mantises don't seem to be bothered by that.
• Most of my initial experience at romance and dating happened because of the internet. I was a late bloomer and completely freaked out when it came to guys, and the internet let me be who I really was and explore who I could be without direct consequences. So (obviously) I think this is a viable way to meet people. That said, computer and phone conversations cannot simulate actual chemistry. They just can't. There have been many times where I had great chemistry with someone online and zero in person. It's all about expectations. I'm not even talking about what people look like. Timing on the internet and on the phone is different. Pheromones don't waft through. I don't necessarily agree with the no sex thing. It's my personal opinion that sex before really getting to know each other in person is a bad thing, but you can clearly get to know someone over the internet. But the internet isn't really dating. So if you don't tend to have sex with someone on the first date, then don't be fooled by the false intimacy of the internet and give it a few before you do. Good luck! Don't let the ice weasels get you!
• Heh. YUM. Heh. Hm. yum.
• Tell us more!
• So??
• Yum? Is that all you have to say for yourself? WHAT THE FUCK PF. ?!
• come on, PF, spill. Don't tease us with "Heh. YUM." and then leave us hanging. it isn't fair.
• We also humbly request your photo here.
• I'd say he's been more than... explicit. Bon appetit, PF.
• well spill da beanz mon!!! some of us (me) have no lives and live for this kind of stuff... On preview...yum as in yum, or YUM?!!! dang boy...you are one slick dude if thats a YUM!
• He shoots! HE SCORES!! *crowd goes wild*
• I interpret PF's noises as meaning "We had a lovely dinner, saw a movie, and then whilst sharing a cab back she tore my toungue out with a pair of pliers." But please correct me if I'm wrong.
• Now PF: This is your GramMa speaking. Please let me give you this gentle reminder that these helpful Monkeys went out of their way to assist you with your little problem, and I think it's only considerate that you respond in a gentlemanly manner as befitting any polite young Monkey. SPILL YOUR GUTS, BUSTER!!
• I'll say in PF's defense: A gentleman has no memory. ) for PF.
• Zemat: Ah, yes, a kinder, gentler age. i think we need to let PF decide what's appropriat to tell.
• Well, we would like all the juicy details. But to be fair, that's entirely up to you, PF. However, can we at least have a "yeah, it was cool", or "Bleh" type answer? Short sentence/phrase/word/onomatopoeic interjection?
• "Yum" was a "Bleh" type answer, wasn't it?
• Oh. My mistake. My bleary eyes have missed PF's response further up. I'll shut up now.
• Chimps and Apes and Lemurs all: YUM. Doing very all right, very all right indeed. Hm. Heh. *smiles, eyes glaze over, builds castles in air* *oozes out of chair onto floor, smiling* Details, well. I'll think about it.
• *blows hooters, throws confetti* Yay! Three cheers for our ecstatic, post-euphoric (still-euphoric?) Monkey, PF! *wonders if the experience has anything to do with lots of food*
• Sounds good to me, PF. Congrats. *pops those popper things that shoot tons of paper onto people's heads*
• um... what kind of hooters are you blowin' there, alnedra? and congrats PF on not getting your head torn off, prayin' mantis style. glad to hear your date wasn't with a 47-year-old lecher pretending to be a woman, or any of the other negative possibilities discussed above...
• The kind that goes "BHAAARRP". What kind were you thinking of?
• *Throws confoti*
• * blows hooters *
• Congrats PF! I'm glad things went so well.
• she's watching this isn't she. Damn!
• That's super, PF, we have enough information to know that it went well, and we're all very happy for you! the glazey-eyed smiling state is wonderful. enjoy it.
• Three cheers for our punch-drunk monkey!
• Humph! Well, I certainly don't want to intrude on the boy's happy private memories, but I really was dying to know if he took her flowers. I can't believe he'd begrudge his old GramMa a vicarious moment or two. Just a teeeesny weeeeensy tiny snippit ...?
• I'm going to guess - flowers, initial quick kiss and lots of laughter. *sighs, rolls eyes, clasps hands near shoulder*
• Cactus flower. And books.
• They did it.
• They did it with a cactus flower? Ouch!!!
• They did it by the book? Tame!!
• I dunno, blue, there are some books I wished my.. Oh,well, you get the picture.
• By this book? Or perhaps this one? Or this old standard?
• Heh. You monkeys can't fool me -- you never did wanna talk about computers!
• 01001010 100110110 1110101001 0010101001
• (sigh) All I wanted to know about was did he or didn't he take her flowers?
• I took a small yellow cactus with a bright red flower on it. I tend to give cactuses rather than flowers, because they last longer with less care.
• Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh *romantic sigh Thank you PF, you may now return to smiling at the clouds.
• My entire romantic life now consists of checking this thread for PF's updates :(
• And on the Underground from Heathrow we sat across from an erectile disfunction ad, and we went and saw the backsides of the Elgin Marbles, and sat by a canal and I read Keats's letters and she read Henry James's The Sacred Fount and sadly her scent did not rub off on any of my personal articles and it's gone from my skin, and she coughed like a consumptive and I never did manage to land any of the several dozen kicks I aimed at the doves of Oxford.
• Once you get married, PF, your wife will make you stop kicking pigeons. Take it from one who knows. And: way to go! Good monkey!
• Already does make me stop, actually.
• Quidnunc, i'm with you on that one...its better than "As the world turns!" PF, and then what happened?
• Oh dear oh dear, will I tell all? No, not the feather! Give me the thumbscrews, the cattleprods, testicle exfoliators, the rat poison in the eyes, the kneecap pulverizers, the automatic chrome high-speed titty-twisters, anything but the light, pleasant tickling of an interested audience!
• *entire group of monkeys fixes eyes hopefully on PF, batting lashes fetchingly*
• Testicle exfoliators? Now thats an image i can't shake off!
• *tickles PF lightly, pleasantly*
• Pfft, my hubby and I chase pigeons (or seagulls in NZ) for fun when we're out. We've recently discovered that the kidlet likes to chase them too -- it's a family affair! But seriously, PF, I'm delighted things went so well. That new-relationship cuteness is awesome.
• Very good, Cali. For the next session, I have brought you a varied selection of feathers to chose from, ranging from peacock, to turtledove, to tiny hummingbird. PF. I promise you we would never cause any physical damage or leave any marks. *attaches headphones to subject Now PF, we will leave you here alone for several hours to listen to your favorite song. Perhaps you will remember it from a past post. Unfortunately it may get stuck in your head. It was a rebel L, it cried moh moh moh ho ho. Muhahaahaahaaa!
• Is that all there is? (Comment 100.)
• *grins like idiot, stays mum*
• so ah, is she a goer? Does she go? Eh? Eh? Wink wink nudge!?
• 'Photographs, ay', he asked him knowingly?
• I just want to tell you both good luck, we're all counting on you.
• Too bad the Fish Slap Dance didn't have lyrics.
• The Fish Slap Dance needs no lyrics. It is comedy gold. It's just a jump to the left...
• But how do we sing it here?
• There. Have a nice trip.
• Huh?
• Wa?
• was quoting Airplane, sorry it was unclear, just thinking about how nice it was having so many monkeys wishing me a nice time when I went /much love
• I just want to tell you both good luck, we're all counting on you.
• PF, glad to see a monkey so happy *tosses you a bunch of bananas*