bloodsong1: (Lilly/Guyth)
Because the guy is seriously upping the wow factor here.

He cooks.
He does dishes.
He does FLOORS.
He does LAUNDRY.
He games.
He likes my kids.
He's getting through to IDK.
He's cute.
He's sexy.
He's fun.
He MADE MY BED.
He CLEANED OUT MY CUPBOARDS.
He's ORGANIZING THE GARAGE.

This may all be courtship behavior, but gods above and below, Wolf never did the floors without being asked. He didn't do DISHES without being asked!

I realize the last few years of his life were wrapped up in Cuteness and depression and angst over The Story. His weight had ballooned after we moved here and it got harder and harder for him to function. I took care of him for so long.

Now, I've spent the last two weeks wandering around in a haze of delight and awe as my house is slowly put to rights while I'm data monkeying it up data monkey style. He even played sous chef for Zahde when she was down last weekend so I could sit and visit and sip a glass of wine.

...

By the Fifth Hell, you guys, I think I'm falling in love.
bloodsong1: (Lilly/Guyth)
Dude! He does dishes AND cooks! And FLOORS! I think I have a right!
bloodsong1: (Lilly/Guyth)
Fall outta bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head, spin like a record, crazy on a Sunday night.

You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe, shine like gold, buzz like a bee, just the thought of you can drive me wild.

Oh, he makes me smile.
bloodsong1: (Jareth)
I'm going to blame...IDK!

Shiny New Boyfriend (I like this better then Dr. Strange, at least in here) came over, made me honey-lemon water, bought fish ball wanton soup, FOLDED MY LAUNDRY and WARMED A BLANKET FOR ME! He is awesome.

I will attempt the neti pot again after the kiddos are home. Earlier attempts ended in me gagging on salt water thanks to clogged sinuses.

I can't smell a THING.
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Spoilsports.

I have a boyfriend.

There, happy?

NYAH!
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By the Fifth Hell...

Powers!

Insert appropriate expression of amazement, disbelief and/or sudden realization that things have just gone sideways here.

...


In the immortal words of Sher Roland, I am in SO MUCH trouble.

Now I'm going to have to call him Dr. Strange.

(0_0)
bloodsong1: (Lilly/Guyth)
To wit, if you're playing the computer and you can survive the first 45 minutes, odds are good that you will win.

Of course, we didn't get a chance to actually TEST that, as we ran out of Real Life time and when I got home, the game had gone grayscale and I couldn't access my side. So I saved it.

I also have addicted him AND the Cuteness to We Heart Katamari. (^_^)

Hmm. He needs a proper nickname.

I shall call him...Gameboy.
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Or the prior-mentioned Goddess is planning on fubaring me into the next decade.

I had fun.

We're going to get together again some time next week to play Starcraft.

(^_^)
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Or is it because of what I'm putting Minako through?

Because I'm wondering what a certain Goddess is up to.

I had another Successful Flirtation tonight, without even trying. He is cute, black haired with a little scruffy beard, and a sandwich maker. He geeked out over IDK's Capt. American Tshirt, I claimed responsibility, and as he was ringing us up I said, "I'm probably going to regret this, but how old are you?"

"Don't regret it, because I was going to ask you for your phone number. I'm 28."

"28 and I'm almost 35...okay, you can have my number." I wrote it with one of my smiley faces (^_^)

We're currently texting.

He knows and apparently does not care I'm a package deal.

He's also had at least three previous girlfriends.

I think Akabane up there sums it up quite nicely.

EDIT: HOLY SHIT YOU GUYS I HAVE A DATE!!!!!

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