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muckefuckWhy don't I just start a new feature in this journal? I could call it "Tales of Country Life from the Front Table at Big Chicks". (What? Not pithy enough?) My post-laundry reward last night (sorry, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bunj, I was home when you called, but I was rushing out the door and got back too late to call back) was a burger, beers, and big men at the neighbourhood bar. The real coup, however, was dragging cuore_felice34 out of his Uptown garret, introducing him to Weissbier, and getting him to talk about the Simple Life.
Before you get your hopes up, he couldn't top the squirrel skull story; it's well worth your while, however, to pry the Aunt Jemima incident out of him. (Liguoring up might help; although he's game to try new things, JD is your safest bet.) We bonded over wood-burning stoves, basement freezers with half a damn steer in them, being forced to shoot at stuff, the clammy feel of a cow's udder, "old" country music back when it was new, and sundry details of being far from the comforts of a major metropolitan area. As he said, "The last thing I thought I would be talking about tonight is the country!"
He also told me that he didn't find me as "intimidating" as he expected. I can give him no higher praise than to say that I immediately felt at ease with him even though we'd exchanged all of like four emails and had spoken briefly on the phone only once. He also told me that, he didn't want to offend me, but he though I was cute. HOW SWEET IS THAT? There's a golden opportunity for someone here, even if it ain'tmikiedoggie.
bunj, I was home when you called, but I was rushing out the door and got back too late to call back) was a burger, beers, and big men at the neighbourhood bar. The real coup, however, was dragging cuore_felice34 out of his Uptown garret, introducing him to Weissbier, and getting him to talk about the Simple Life.Before you get your hopes up, he couldn't top the squirrel skull story; it's well worth your while, however, to pry the Aunt Jemima incident out of him. (Liguoring up might help; although he's game to try new things, JD is your safest bet.) We bonded over wood-burning stoves, basement freezers with half a damn steer in them, being forced to shoot at stuff, the clammy feel of a cow's udder, "old" country music back when it was new, and sundry details of being far from the comforts of a major metropolitan area. As he said, "The last thing I thought I would be talking about tonight is the country!"
He also told me that he didn't find me as "intimidating" as he expected. I can give him no higher praise than to say that I immediately felt at ease with him even though we'd exchanged all of like four emails and had spoken briefly on the phone only once. He also told me that, he didn't want to offend me, but he though I was cute. HOW SWEET IS THAT? There's a golden opportunity for someone here, even if it ain't
mikiedoggie.