Meme vectored from filkerdave and rms_butterfly:
IP logging is off and anonymous posting is allowed.
Please tell me anything you want, anonymously. It can be a secret, a fear, a wish, a hope, a dream, an insult, your great-aunt’s secret recipe for chocolate fudge banana brownies.
Post twice or more if you like, I’m not counting.
And then, if you want, post this in your journal and see what people say there!
I find you interesting and attractive and would like to get to know you better.
You should just tell him who you are. Who knows, maybe you *could* … Get to know him better and all that 😉
Maybe I could. Might repel him. Besides, I figure I’m probably obvious.
Note to anyone who wants my attention: you’re likely not as obvious as you think. I’m very good at missing signals. Direct is definatly best with me.
I wish I was the kind of person who could push personal feelings aside for long enough to get some good old-fashioned NSA sex. Because I’m really not that into him, but damn, he’s hot.
I’ve been having an affair for the last 4 years, but am happily married for much longer than that. They are two very different men who fulfill two very different needs in my life. I feel aweful about it, but can’t seem to live without either.
You are such a warm-hearted and wonderful person. And I sometimes worry that I only take and never give back properly.
I am extremely happy with my life and my partner and my job and everything else that sometimes it makes me feel like I am spoiled and I worry that people think bad things about me -- like I am trying to show off or something. And that couldn’t be further from the truth. But I am very self-conscious about what other people think about me.
Your username is frickin’ bizarre, d00d.
I cry myself to sleep every night.
So do I.
1 stick margarine
1 cup flour
1 cup sugar
1/2 cup milk
1 tsp cinnamon
1 can sliced apples (or pie filling -- peach, blueberry, etc.)
Melt margarine in deep pan. In bowl mix flour, sugar, milk and
cinnamon. Pour into pan with butter. Do Not stir. On top, empty can
of apples. Do not stir.
Bake at 350 for about 45 minutes.
Sounds similar to my wife’s cobbler recipe, which is a very simplified version passed down from her grandmother.
1 part flour
1 part sugar
1 part milk
2 parts fruit (apple, cherry, peach, blackberry… They all work well)
Mix the flour, sugar, and milk together. Pour fruit into a baking pan. Pour the mixture over and through it. Do not stir. Bake at 350 until the batter turns a nice golden brown.
My favorite is when this is done with peaches, and served warm with some cream.
That is my grandmother’s recipe! Well, almost… with her it was usually served with homemade icecream on top
You and L are recurring characters in an amusing set of fantasies my partner and I share.
I worry that someday when we actually might try to consumate this I might not actually be as into it as in theory. But damn, you have a sexy personality/intellect!
I am poly by nature, but my quasi-partner is not (unless you count the typical male fantasy about two women at once). Poly/mono issues aside, I find myself tempted to look up old “playmates” as my quasi-partner is quite far away and one cannot cuddle toys and I am greatly in need of some major cuddling (not the innocent variety that me mum could provide). *Sigh* at the moment, life sucketh (but beats the hell out of the alternative).
The person through whom I met my late spouse one made an amusing verbal gaffe in the high school cafeteria. Lunch that day was typical nasty school soup.
He MEANT to say “look at all the ORGANISMS swimming in my soup”… ORGANISMS came out (pardon the pun) as ORGASMS.
one = once
I find you remarkably nifty and am glad to have you on my friends list.
I’d give you the recipe, but I’d be drummed out of the family. And that would make me sad. 😉