"Just general impressions, thoughts, feelings... the usual "sensitive man" stuff that makes the people at work think I'm gay... Probably something about music, and how tired I am today"
That's what I said I'm going to write about, so that's what I'm going to write about.
It's going to be a lot of reading for the faithful.
I'm listening to The Devine... Unfortunately, unless you're from northern Florida, you've probably never heard of them, and it's a shame they never went "mainstream." They (and the various incarnations/lineups with Brett including: Virgos Merlot, Virgos, and Dark New Day) haven't "hit" like I wish they would. Brett has one of the best voices in the business, and though there are many reviewers out there who feel that these bands are too "bland," I think they've produced some of the best... music... ever.
The Devine, in particular, is very dark, with lots of ambient noise, and it appeals to the intrinsically dark side of my personality... the part that comes out when I'm getting into writing mode. The part that has no qualms about coming to a stop while writing to actively listen to a particular lyric or riff. The part that I need to keep my typically happy-go-lucky personality from becoming unbearable.
And The Devine's version of "Beautiful Lie" might not be as good, in my opinion, as the one on SOAVS, it's still just a damn moving song.
"Hold On" is a very dark song, as well, and I'm going to pause to play along. Love the darkness, love the message. Hate when I forget that they tune down a half step.
Well, so that was quite the diatribe into my music. And I didn't poke too much at the "anti-establishment, all mainstream music is crap" idiots.
Until just now. ^
Anyway, so the date Thursday. First of all, we've been chatting online for something like two weeks, so it's not like we don't know anything about each other. Heather and her haven't chatted nearly as much as we have, but they've had time to get a general idea of what to expect from one another. So we're not walking in totally blind.
Two hour drive to Richmond, which really, REALLY, tested my self control. Not rolling down the window and screaming at idiots, not flipping them off... I'm rather proud of myself. On top of being nervous about meeting this awesome, hot chick, with my own awesome, hot girlfriend. I think I managed rather well, though Heather had to listen to me bitch about virtually every single driver out on 264/64.
Wait, listening to the interlude/bridge/end on "Can't Believe."
And now listening to "Hurry Home." Goosebumps. Seriously. Like lump-in-the-throat goosebumps.
"Watch slowly moving hands, it's time for me to rest...
Baby it's so cold when you're gone...
Something I just can't put my finger on...
But I spend my nights with a note, the last one that you wrote. Stained with dirty fingertips, the outline of your lips... The last kiss, I may ever get...
Hurry home..."
Wow.
What a song.
So at any rate, I'm getting off track. We met at the Olive Garden, and she was [i[every bit as hot as her pictures. Many people, however, have personalities that just can't be translated in pictures, or even in chat... Heather's like that, I'm like that, and apparently, so is Emily. Looks are important, I'd be the last person to say otherwise, but having chemistry is about more than physical attraction. And as we were eating, there was some awkwardness, because our personalities don't translate 100% through chat. When the girls got the same dish, I was amused, because I half expected that. When Emily chewed down on some glass, and was so calm and relaxed about it, I was amazed. Then, of course, as I (again) half-expected, they compared notes on the wine (though that took longer than I thought to happen) and got the same thing for dessert. Perhaps I'm easily amused.
To continue, dinner was compensated, in no small part I'm sure to Emily's wholeheartedly un-excited response to finding a piece of glass in her dinner... And she wouldn't let them take her dish. I'm not sure what to make of it, but it, too, was amusing. On the down side, I should have asked for a booth, but such is life.
So we went to Wal-mart, a decent little trip, and things just got better and better. As we wandered, we petted pillows, squeezed socks, played with virtually every toy that made noise in the store. Bringing out Em's "inner child" wasn't nearly as difficult as I thought it could be. She just needed encouragement, which Heather and I were happy to provide.
Though things were cooking along quite nicely, it was fairly obvious (to me) Heather was still a little unsure of how to behave - after all, this is the first time we've met someone from the internet essentially for the intent of getting naked and crazy... And I would like to point out that she did very well, that she was handling the awkwardness she was feeling inside very gracefully and without fanfare. For all the flirting that may be done online, it's different when you have to look the same person in the eyes - I understand that, for sure.
"Saturday Smile" - Virgos Merlot "unreleased" stuff that I got from the fan club website, when it was working... Different sound for them... As I've come to expect from Brett, very good, but heavier than anything on their mainstream release.
At any rate, we wandered for something like three hours. There's some contact here and there, which I'm sure affected me more than either of the girls... Like elcticity... especially when the contact didn't involve me... Like sampling the fine Wal-mart furniture selections... But then, I am (mostly) man, and we tend to be like that. At any rate, whilst wandering we had a few interesting finds that led to some interesting talk... about what to use and where... And so on... Quite the turn-on to listen to these two talking, though Heather's still not comfortable with being as direct (sexually) in real life as online. Emily, however, is exactly as *cough* direct face-to-face as she is online, and I think there was some level of misunderstanding there at first. As Heather loosened up and Emily picked up on things, we started jiving more, and had more fun.
Well, I had fun. I'll have to take the girls at their words.
Then real awkwardness kicked in, while we were parting ways. I really wanted to kiss this girl... And I wanted Heather to want to kiss her. Heather, again, uncomfortable in the situation, basically defused everything, and I got stuck to the car... which totally defused my "cool factor." Which, as it turns out (according to Heather, seconded by Emily), doesn't really exist. I have a "goofy-cute" factor, but if that's what gets motors going then I'll take it. Though I expected a bit of weirdness to everything, I was glad it didn't detract from the evening. In fact, I think it made things a little more down-to-earth. I mean, we're all human, and weirdness actually works in - you guessed it - weird ways, to ends we're not always aware of. I think being in private will open things up a bit, and I'm comfortable with waiting... though I will rsolutely claim impatience, I'm willing to give all parties involved however much time is required to make sure our next encounter is enjoyable to all.
Especially Heather, though. It may be a pipe dream, but I want her to look forward to the occasional (and more frequent) foray into her bisexual side. As unlikely as it sounds, it's really important to me that she isn't just doing this for me, or for the increased sex drive it seems to stir in me.
So anywyay, I'm really looking forward to getting Emily down here... Doesn't look like it's going to happen this weekend, but soon. And that's good enough for me.
Apparently, I had quite the erotic night last night in my dreams, but I'll be damned if I can remember them. But apparently I was quite the... ummm... frustrating bedmate... I really wish I knew what I was dreaming, because I felt this morning as if I had been up all night, and was tired all day at work... I mean, if I have to be tired at work, feel like I stayed up all night, shouldn't I at least have the pleasure of knowing why I feel so tired? Suffice to say that I'll sleep well tonight... barring anymore elusive, erotic dreams.
So that's that... I hit all the topics I said I would, and I also found this great "bleeding-heart liberal" empowerment speech from my pagan forums, and decided to post it here. I like it a lot. Just for the record, I did not write this, I'm merely pasting it from another, who also does not claim credit for it. I don't know who wrote it.
"I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.
I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.
I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.
We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.
This was also included in the post, and I'm also including it here:
If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.
That's what I said I'm going to write about, so that's what I'm going to write about.
It's going to be a lot of reading for the faithful.
I'm listening to The Devine... Unfortunately, unless you're from northern Florida, you've probably never heard of them, and it's a shame they never went "mainstream." They (and the various incarnations/lineups with Brett including: Virgos Merlot, Virgos, and Dark New Day) haven't "hit" like I wish they would. Brett has one of the best voices in the business, and though there are many reviewers out there who feel that these bands are too "bland," I think they've produced some of the best... music... ever.
The Devine, in particular, is very dark, with lots of ambient noise, and it appeals to the intrinsically dark side of my personality... the part that comes out when I'm getting into writing mode. The part that has no qualms about coming to a stop while writing to actively listen to a particular lyric or riff. The part that I need to keep my typically happy-go-lucky personality from becoming unbearable.
And The Devine's version of "Beautiful Lie" might not be as good, in my opinion, as the one on SOAVS, it's still just a damn moving song.
"Hold On" is a very dark song, as well, and I'm going to pause to play along. Love the darkness, love the message. Hate when I forget that they tune down a half step.
Well, so that was quite the diatribe into my music. And I didn't poke too much at the "anti-establishment, all mainstream music is crap" idiots.
Until just now. ^
Anyway, so the date Thursday. First of all, we've been chatting online for something like two weeks, so it's not like we don't know anything about each other. Heather and her haven't chatted nearly as much as we have, but they've had time to get a general idea of what to expect from one another. So we're not walking in totally blind.
Two hour drive to Richmond, which really, REALLY, tested my self control. Not rolling down the window and screaming at idiots, not flipping them off... I'm rather proud of myself. On top of being nervous about meeting this awesome, hot chick, with my own awesome, hot girlfriend. I think I managed rather well, though Heather had to listen to me bitch about virtually every single driver out on 264/64.
Wait, listening to the interlude/bridge/end on "Can't Believe."
And now listening to "Hurry Home." Goosebumps. Seriously. Like lump-in-the-throat goosebumps.
"Watch slowly moving hands, it's time for me to rest...
Baby it's so cold when you're gone...
Something I just can't put my finger on...
But I spend my nights with a note, the last one that you wrote. Stained with dirty fingertips, the outline of your lips... The last kiss, I may ever get...
Hurry home..."
Wow.
What a song.
So at any rate, I'm getting off track. We met at the Olive Garden, and she was [i[every bit as hot as her pictures. Many people, however, have personalities that just can't be translated in pictures, or even in chat... Heather's like that, I'm like that, and apparently, so is Emily. Looks are important, I'd be the last person to say otherwise, but having chemistry is about more than physical attraction. And as we were eating, there was some awkwardness, because our personalities don't translate 100% through chat. When the girls got the same dish, I was amused, because I half expected that. When Emily chewed down on some glass, and was so calm and relaxed about it, I was amazed. Then, of course, as I (again) half-expected, they compared notes on the wine (though that took longer than I thought to happen) and got the same thing for dessert. Perhaps I'm easily amused.
To continue, dinner was compensated, in no small part I'm sure to Emily's wholeheartedly un-excited response to finding a piece of glass in her dinner... And she wouldn't let them take her dish. I'm not sure what to make of it, but it, too, was amusing. On the down side, I should have asked for a booth, but such is life.
So we went to Wal-mart, a decent little trip, and things just got better and better. As we wandered, we petted pillows, squeezed socks, played with virtually every toy that made noise in the store. Bringing out Em's "inner child" wasn't nearly as difficult as I thought it could be. She just needed encouragement, which Heather and I were happy to provide.
Though things were cooking along quite nicely, it was fairly obvious (to me) Heather was still a little unsure of how to behave - after all, this is the first time we've met someone from the internet essentially for the intent of getting naked and crazy... And I would like to point out that she did very well, that she was handling the awkwardness she was feeling inside very gracefully and without fanfare. For all the flirting that may be done online, it's different when you have to look the same person in the eyes - I understand that, for sure.
"Saturday Smile" - Virgos Merlot "unreleased" stuff that I got from the fan club website, when it was working... Different sound for them... As I've come to expect from Brett, very good, but heavier than anything on their mainstream release.
At any rate, we wandered for something like three hours. There's some contact here and there, which I'm sure affected me more than either of the girls... Like elcticity... especially when the contact didn't involve me... Like sampling the fine Wal-mart furniture selections... But then, I am (mostly) man, and we tend to be like that. At any rate, whilst wandering we had a few interesting finds that led to some interesting talk... about what to use and where... And so on... Quite the turn-on to listen to these two talking, though Heather's still not comfortable with being as direct (sexually) in real life as online. Emily, however, is exactly as *cough* direct face-to-face as she is online, and I think there was some level of misunderstanding there at first. As Heather loosened up and Emily picked up on things, we started jiving more, and had more fun.
Well, I had fun. I'll have to take the girls at their words.
Then real awkwardness kicked in, while we were parting ways. I really wanted to kiss this girl... And I wanted Heather to want to kiss her. Heather, again, uncomfortable in the situation, basically defused everything, and I got stuck to the car... which totally defused my "cool factor." Which, as it turns out (according to Heather, seconded by Emily), doesn't really exist. I have a "goofy-cute" factor, but if that's what gets motors going then I'll take it. Though I expected a bit of weirdness to everything, I was glad it didn't detract from the evening. In fact, I think it made things a little more down-to-earth. I mean, we're all human, and weirdness actually works in - you guessed it - weird ways, to ends we're not always aware of. I think being in private will open things up a bit, and I'm comfortable with waiting... though I will rsolutely claim impatience, I'm willing to give all parties involved however much time is required to make sure our next encounter is enjoyable to all.
Especially Heather, though. It may be a pipe dream, but I want her to look forward to the occasional (and more frequent) foray into her bisexual side. As unlikely as it sounds, it's really important to me that she isn't just doing this for me, or for the increased sex drive it seems to stir in me.
So anywyay, I'm really looking forward to getting Emily down here... Doesn't look like it's going to happen this weekend, but soon. And that's good enough for me.
Apparently, I had quite the erotic night last night in my dreams, but I'll be damned if I can remember them. But apparently I was quite the... ummm... frustrating bedmate... I really wish I knew what I was dreaming, because I felt this morning as if I had been up all night, and was tired all day at work... I mean, if I have to be tired at work, feel like I stayed up all night, shouldn't I at least have the pleasure of knowing why I feel so tired? Suffice to say that I'll sleep well tonight... barring anymore elusive, erotic dreams.
So that's that... I hit all the topics I said I would, and I also found this great "bleeding-heart liberal" empowerment speech from my pagan forums, and decided to post it here. I like it a lot. Just for the record, I did not write this, I'm merely pasting it from another, who also does not claim credit for it. I don't know who wrote it.
"I am the guy who came out to the entire school in his senior speech and got a standing ovation for his courage.
I am the girl who kisses her girlfriend on the sidewalk and laughs at those who glare.
We are the couple who planned and studied and got a damn good lawyer and BEAT the state that wanted to take our child away.
We are the ones who took martial arts classes and carry pepper spray and are just too dangerous to gay bash.
I am the transgender person who uses the bathroom that suits me, and demands that any complaining staff explain their complaint to my face in front of the entire restaurant--and shares with my other trans friends which restaurants don't raise a stink.
I am the mother who told her lesbian daughter to invite her girlfriend over for dinner.
I am the father who punished his son for calling you a fag.
I am the preacher who told my congregation that love, not hate, is the definition of a true follower of God.
I am the girl who did not learn the meaning of "homosexual" until high school but never thought to question why two men might be kissing.
I am the woman who argues (quite loudly and vehemently) with the bigots who insist that you do not have the right to marry or raise children.
We are the high school class who agrees, unanimously, along with our teacher, that love should be all that matters.
This was also included in the post, and I'm also including it here:
If you agree, repost this. Do it. You don't have to be afraid. You can handle it. You're stronger than you think.