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The art of losing isn't hard to master...
Drat. My brass rat is missing and I didn't have time to find it this morning (it wasn't in any of its usual places and it isn't here either). Between that and some unfinished business in my personal life, I feel... well, slightly worried, and not quite behind the eight ball. I'll also join ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bluechromis in the antisocial corner; hanging out last night was fun and I'm headed for a bbq on Satuday, but damned if I want to see anyone else between now and then. HLM is completely exempt from both those statements, by the way... he's not part of either problem at all, and we had a great time last night. After getting home, which was kinda late already, we stayed up a little longer and um, it's hard to say "hook up" after the first couplea years, but anyway. Then we still weren't sleepy so we somehow ended up talking for a while about who's hot and who's not movie-star-wise (him: I don' t even know who you think is really good-looking in movies. me, very guiltily: yes, you do. him: oh yeah, Orlando Bloom). Then we ended up both taking thespark.com's sex test, which asks a few racy questions and then predicts your sexual future. Turns out he's destined for 7 more sex partners in his lifetime while I only get one more (I'm destined for seven overall, but having already ravished six, I've apparently sowed most of my wild oats already). We talked about how to handle that, deciding that a separation sometime in middle age would allow him to go quickly through seven hotties of his choice while I got my chance at Legolas. Then we could get back together and grow old in comfort. :)
The whole conversation: low-content idle chatter while waiting to get sleepy. Being able to have that conversation and know that we were just kidding and didn't care who's hot, and not even be thinking about it later: priceless beyond belief. Nobody here knew me all that well in the late-editor-bear through early-lanl-redneck years, I don't think, but if you had, you'd know what progress that is. Okay, I do still find talks about "the List" to be pretty offensive, but I've loosened up so much overall. It's very nice and relaxing. So, here's thanks to HLM for the 2 or 3 years of consistent niceness it took to get me that way.
I did just make an appointment with a florist to talk about blue flowers. Oh, and Cousin T, the first of the people we invited but hoped wouldn't come, just wrote to me asking what airport to fly into. I guess we knew that would happen with some of them.
bluechromis in the antisocial corner; hanging out last night was fun and I'm headed for a bbq on Satuday, but damned if I want to see anyone else between now and then. HLM is completely exempt from both those statements, by the way... he's not part of either problem at all, and we had a great time last night. After getting home, which was kinda late already, we stayed up a little longer and um, it's hard to say "hook up" after the first couplea years, but anyway. Then we still weren't sleepy so we somehow ended up talking for a while about who's hot and who's not movie-star-wise (him: I don' t even know who you think is really good-looking in movies. me, very guiltily: yes, you do. him: oh yeah, Orlando Bloom). Then we ended up both taking thespark.com's sex test, which asks a few racy questions and then predicts your sexual future. Turns out he's destined for 7 more sex partners in his lifetime while I only get one more (I'm destined for seven overall, but having already ravished six, I've apparently sowed most of my wild oats already). We talked about how to handle that, deciding that a separation sometime in middle age would allow him to go quickly through seven hotties of his choice while I got my chance at Legolas. Then we could get back together and grow old in comfort. :) The whole conversation: low-content idle chatter while waiting to get sleepy. Being able to have that conversation and know that we were just kidding and didn't care who's hot, and not even be thinking about it later: priceless beyond belief. Nobody here knew me all that well in the late-editor-bear through early-lanl-redneck years, I don't think, but if you had, you'd know what progress that is. Okay, I do still find talks about "the List" to be pretty offensive, but I've loosened up so much overall. It's very nice and relaxing. So, here's thanks to HLM for the 2 or 3 years of consistent niceness it took to get me that way.
I did just make an appointment with a florist to talk about blue flowers. Oh, and Cousin T, the first of the people we invited but hoped wouldn't come, just wrote to me asking what airport to fly into. I guess we knew that would happen with some of them.
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Might I suggest a chunk of brass cheese to lure it out?
We talked about how to handle that, deciding that a separation sometime in middle age would allow him to go quickly through seven hotties of his choice while I got my chance at Legolas.
See, maybe that's how marriage should be. A contract to stay together for 10 years and then, well, have a mature divorce and then persue others.
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j/k
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A brass rat is an MIT class ring.
Gold looks like brass, a beaver looks like a rat, so there you have it.
As for timed marriage contracts... I'm pretty sure Heinlein, at least, has written about exactly that. I wonder about lifelong marriage sometimes myself. It sounds like it will be nice if it works, though. :)