(January 29, 2013 at 10:57 pm)Annik Wrote: I like that you're nice and I'm sure there are plenty of women out there who would enjoy the company of a gentle soul.
You'd think so, wouldn't you? Actually I can relate to this. For instance, the person to whom I've been referring does enjoy being in my company, as I do hers. We make each other laugh, in a nice way I mean; we can be a shoulder for the other to cry on; we confide in each other things that nobody else even dreams of. Last year at the birth of her little boy, she even rang me up from hospital immediately after the delivery and we had the longest chat. I was so honoured that she felt comfortable enough for me to be the first person she spoke to at such a vulnerable time (as for what happened to her then-partner, well that's another story and not mine to tell).
She took me for a drink yesterday, to celebrate some good news she was over the Moon to hear, and a couple of Guinnesses and Baileys later we were like giddy schoolgirls. Basically we do pretty much everything that flirting couples do, short of actually being one. I do so completely respect that she has boundaries and that she doesn't want me to do the bloke thing of reading more into the situation than there is, yet I wish... oh I wish.
At the age of five, Skagra decided emphatically that God did not exist. This revelation tends to make most people in the universe who have it react in one of two ways - with relief or with despair. Only Skagra responded to it by thinking, 'Wait a second. That means there's a situation vacant.'
