And how else do we enjoy things, really
Feb. 3rd, 2019 11:46 amToday at brunch, after I assured our rather attentive waiter that there really was nothing else he could do for me today, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
greywash said she gets a kick out of it when dudes put the moves on me when we're out at a restaurant.
I mean! How else could I have expected her to answer? I am disappointed in myself for even needing to ask. <3 <3
In the spirit of which, here's a funny story: last night I was drinking, watching The Magicians withgreywash, and texting a friend about logistics for an upcoming weekend trip I'm taking to visit her. My friend was saying she and her fiancée are really enjoying the wedding planning process, creating a ritual that will be meaningful for them and their community. "Yes," I texted back. "[Ex] and I enjoyed crafting ours too." Except fucking autocorrect changed "ours" to "lies." So what I, already on record as an anti-matrimony curmudgeon divorcée and aficionada of fictional untruth, actually said was: "[Ex] and I enjoyed crafting lies too."
THEN, right as I hit send something critical happened on TV (for "something critical," read, probably: Eliot and Quentin were having a cuddle). So I looked away from my phone for 2-3 minutes, during the whole of which my friend was like "... ????? the actual fuck, man," before I finally realized what had happened and vociferously apologized.
Anyway. Please narratively enjoy this anecdote of how I inadvertently acted like even more of an asshole than I actually, in real life, am.
greywash said she gets a kick out of it when dudes put the moves on me when we're out at a restaurant. Me: It seems like there have been a LOT of them lately!
Her, cackling: Yeah! I really enjoy it.
Me: In what way, exactly?
Her, gesturing expansively: Just.............. narratively?
I mean! How else could I have expected her to answer? I am disappointed in myself for even needing to ask. <3 <3
In the spirit of which, here's a funny story: last night I was drinking, watching The Magicians with
greywash, and texting a friend about logistics for an upcoming weekend trip I'm taking to visit her. My friend was saying she and her fiancée are really enjoying the wedding planning process, creating a ritual that will be meaningful for them and their community. "Yes," I texted back. "[Ex] and I enjoyed crafting ours too." Except fucking autocorrect changed "ours" to "lies." So what I, already on record as an anti-matrimony curmudgeon divorcée and aficionada of fictional untruth, actually said was: "[Ex] and I enjoyed crafting lies too."THEN, right as I hit send something critical happened on TV (for "something critical," read, probably: Eliot and Quentin were having a cuddle). So I looked away from my phone for 2-3 minutes, during the whole of which my friend was like "... ????? the actual fuck, man," before I finally realized what had happened and vociferously apologized.
Anyway. Please narratively enjoy this anecdote of how I inadvertently acted like even more of an asshole than I actually, in real life, am.
