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10:50 PM 5/9/06 · I never passed notes in school...which seems kinda funny to me because I really do love doing it. Hell, half the reason I goto convention setup meetings is to pass notes with 
Carrie and we carry on and giggle like little school girls in the process; there's a scary mental image! The thing of it is that most of our messages are exceedingly goofy. We've got a very demented rapport that works.
However, not all of my note passing is of a silly nature. I used to take them on an initially darker turn as a surprise factor; start in a bad place to make the good part all that much more special. Think one of the first times I did it was with
Erika, who I knew through mutual friends amd Rocky Horror and TREX. At some pizza gathering I took a napkin and a pen and wrote her something that I believe started with something along the lines of her coming in there and coming across as a bitch...which is weird in itself as I really don't like using that word. It got better after that, very flattering, and it touched her deeply. I know this because she kept it all these years, we're talking plus a decade here, and she told me she even had it framed. Admittedly, on some level I think I may've had a fair amount of desire for her back then but nothing ever came of it because Fate, bastard that he is, arranged it so I didn't see much of
Erika after that note.
She thought I'd up and died.
I wrote another such note, along a geeky bend, in Klingon. Went through a stretch where I'd write up things in some dorky font or other and then give the person it was intended for a code key for it. Did this to
Debbie early in our relationship, this being the greatest love of my life to date, and she told me she almost gave up when she saw the despair and doubt I had about how things were going between us. Apparently she had stopped translating 3 different times because it was too much (thing was about 3 pages in a normal font size). Fortunately she eventually finished it and it struck her so that the next time I saw her she through me down and ravaged me (not too unusual as we ravaged each other pretty much every hour of everyday but that was a very special ravaging) and said I made her happier than anyone ever had in her entire life.
Have always loved to end things with a special flourish.
The reason this has been on my mind was because a couple days back I wrote some advice for someone on my friendslist, one of the dancers at BAGG, and a former dancer of that club really liked that advice and she gave quite the commentary on it.
Cyne was in the 2nd generation of dancers at that club and it was because of a note we became good friends. With the 1st generation, seeing as it was far too loud in the club to hold a decent conversation, I opted for notes on the back of flyers to chat it up with one of the dancers, the hottest and best they had at the time was Katlieah Veridian. She took to it fast and it was fun. When she left with the 1st wave I tried to continue it with the next and
Cyne really kinda struck a chord with me. Sadly, she didn't take the first note very well...it was very brief and complimentary but she thought I was trying to pick her up...which I don't know if that would've been a bad thing but that wasn't what I'd been going for. I wrote her a followup immediately setting her straight on that, she was very pissed, and figured I'd give her some distance from there...when she kinda snuck up on me and passed me a note.
Funny old world.
She mentioned that 1st note in her comment from the other day...and the fact that she still has it which I was completely stunned by. We were good friends right after that night, way back when, and even dated the same girl at the same time; very conspiracy like as we traded notes and strategies about her. I never once flirted with her and I let her vent and tried to help her out with whatever issues came up in her life; I've long been the drama sponge for all of the people I know. Constantly amusing to me is the fact I never seriously flirted with her until she left the state. Not exactly sure where she is now, though I've got a rough idea, but I know she's somewhere close to Atlanta...
...which ironically is where
Erika lives. Actually
Kristen too but I've never passed notes with her...hours upon hours of mutual sockpuppet play notwithstanding.
In yet another case of Small World Syndrome, having two friends of mine from my neck of the woods who have just happened to be geographically close together on the other side of the country is just too priceless. Come to think of it, there's a slim chance they might know each other. I know that
Cyne was aware of Missy and I know that
Erika knew her too; both kinda hated her. Hell, maybe this post can help them hookup and they can be buds.
Although, I suspect if
Cyne gets a good look at
Kristen she's going to want to kidnap her. Best to keep them far apart...my favorite lil sockpuppetteer is hitched after all.
Carrie and we carry on and giggle like little school girls in the process; there's a scary mental image! The thing of it is that most of our messages are exceedingly goofy. We've got a very demented rapport that works.
However, not all of my note passing is of a silly nature. I used to take them on an initially darker turn as a surprise factor; start in a bad place to make the good part all that much more special. Think one of the first times I did it was with
Erika, who I knew through mutual friends amd Rocky Horror and TREX. At some pizza gathering I took a napkin and a pen and wrote her something that I believe started with something along the lines of her coming in there and coming across as a bitch...which is weird in itself as I really don't like using that word. It got better after that, very flattering, and it touched her deeply. I know this because she kept it all these years, we're talking plus a decade here, and she told me she even had it framed. Admittedly, on some level I think I may've had a fair amount of desire for her back then but nothing ever came of it because Fate, bastard that he is, arranged it so I didn't see much of
Erika after that note.
She thought I'd up and died.
I wrote another such note, along a geeky bend, in Klingon. Went through a stretch where I'd write up things in some dorky font or other and then give the person it was intended for a code key for it. Did this to
Debbie early in our relationship, this being the greatest love of my life to date, and she told me she almost gave up when she saw the despair and doubt I had about how things were going between us. Apparently she had stopped translating 3 different times because it was too much (thing was about 3 pages in a normal font size). Fortunately she eventually finished it and it struck her so that the next time I saw her she through me down and ravaged me (not too unusual as we ravaged each other pretty much every hour of everyday but that was a very special ravaging) and said I made her happier than anyone ever had in her entire life.
Have always loved to end things with a special flourish.
The reason this has been on my mind was because a couple days back I wrote some advice for someone on my friendslist, one of the dancers at BAGG, and a former dancer of that club really liked that advice and she gave quite the commentary on it.
Cyne was in the 2nd generation of dancers at that club and it was because of a note we became good friends. With the 1st generation, seeing as it was far too loud in the club to hold a decent conversation, I opted for notes on the back of flyers to chat it up with one of the dancers, the hottest and best they had at the time was Katlieah Veridian. She took to it fast and it was fun. When she left with the 1st wave I tried to continue it with the next and
Cyne really kinda struck a chord with me. Sadly, she didn't take the first note very well...it was very brief and complimentary but she thought I was trying to pick her up...which I don't know if that would've been a bad thing but that wasn't what I'd been going for. I wrote her a followup immediately setting her straight on that, she was very pissed, and figured I'd give her some distance from there...when she kinda snuck up on me and passed me a note.
Funny old world.
She mentioned that 1st note in her comment from the other day...and the fact that she still has it which I was completely stunned by. We were good friends right after that night, way back when, and even dated the same girl at the same time; very conspiracy like as we traded notes and strategies about her. I never once flirted with her and I let her vent and tried to help her out with whatever issues came up in her life; I've long been the drama sponge for all of the people I know. Constantly amusing to me is the fact I never seriously flirted with her until she left the state. Not exactly sure where she is now, though I've got a rough idea, but I know she's somewhere close to Atlanta...
...which ironically is where
Erika lives. Actually
Kristen too but I've never passed notes with her...hours upon hours of mutual sockpuppet play notwithstanding.
In yet another case of Small World Syndrome, having two friends of mine from my neck of the woods who have just happened to be geographically close together on the other side of the country is just too priceless. Come to think of it, there's a slim chance they might know each other. I know that
Cyne was aware of Missy and I know that
Erika knew her too; both kinda hated her. Hell, maybe this post can help them hookup and they can be buds.
Although, I suspect if
Cyne gets a good look at
Kristen she's going to want to kidnap her. Best to keep them far apart...my favorite lil sockpuppetteer is hitched after all.