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What would constitute a "perfect" evening for you?
Taking for granted no work, no crisis on the station, no hostilities breaking out in the quadrant, no sudden Starfleet initiatives...
I can't remember the last time I spent a quiet evening with a friend, someone not under my command, with whom I could play some springball, share raktajino and ginger tea and conversation, maybe spend a quiet hour at Vic's listening to music without feeling any obligation to talk at all. I don't think I'm ready to think about an actual romance, but sometimes I wish I had someone I could touch, not necessarily as a prelude for making love, just to be close to someone who really understood...
I don't think I want to know why the person who just went through my mind went through my mind. It's not real, and it could never have been real. Sometimes I think that this place, this community, is madness. On the one hand, it's wonderful to meet all the people here and see both how differently they live and how similar so many of us are, regardless of species or situation or position. But on the other hand, it reminds me very much of the holosuite, and I must remind myself that this is not my real life, and that neither responsibilities nor connections here can take the place of those on the station.
A perfect evening? I would like to be relaxed and happy without thinking about it, worrying that there are other things I should be doing, asking myself if I can afford it. I'm entitled.
It's not real, and yet I think I asked him for a date earlier. legate_damar led me to this:
I'm not sure about the burning bush, but the rest sounds about right.
Taking for granted no work, no crisis on the station, no hostilities breaking out in the quadrant, no sudden Starfleet initiatives...
I can't remember the last time I spent a quiet evening with a friend, someone not under my command, with whom I could play some springball, share raktajino and ginger tea and conversation, maybe spend a quiet hour at Vic's listening to music without feeling any obligation to talk at all. I don't think I'm ready to think about an actual romance, but sometimes I wish I had someone I could touch, not necessarily as a prelude for making love, just to be close to someone who really understood...
I don't think I want to know why the person who just went through my mind went through my mind. It's not real, and it could never have been real. Sometimes I think that this place, this community, is madness. On the one hand, it's wonderful to meet all the people here and see both how differently they live and how similar so many of us are, regardless of species or situation or position. But on the other hand, it reminds me very much of the holosuite, and I must remind myself that this is not my real life, and that neither responsibilities nor connections here can take the place of those on the station.
A perfect evening? I would like to be relaxed and happy without thinking about it, worrying that there are other things I should be doing, asking myself if I can afford it. I'm entitled.
It's not real, and yet I think I asked him for a date earlier. legate_damar led me to this:
I'm not sure about the burning bush, but the rest sounds about right.