A Friday off....
I've spent the day so far writing a paper that was due at eight and turning it in at noon, reading "The Time-Traveler's Wife" which was recommended to me by a friend with excellent taste (even if you can get just the slightest bit fuzzy when deliniating between "good fiction" and "good wriitng" hun) and being creative, which is a great change from what I've been doing laterly (i.e. writing papers and feeling guilty about not working on papers enough).
1. Who was your first kiss (your mom does not count)? A guy, the son of dad's best friend, who I "dated" when we were 5-8 or so years old. I'm sure we kissed, because there are dozens of stories, but I don't remember it. Haven't seen him in years.
2. What is your idea of the perfect date? Spending time with a guy without stress or politics interfering in the joy of the moment. Alternatively, stress shared is stress quartered, with the right person, and some of my best memories involve almost literally screaming out my frustration with someone else. However, that doesn't sound like great date material to me.
3. What music needs to be on when you are “getting your thang on”? Um, I'm going to avoid defining "thang" (& there are six words I hope never have to say again) and say I'm rather fond of Santana, Van Morrison (real quiet) or instrumental jazz in general.
4. What is the most amazing experience you’ve ever shared with a partner? Ah, a question not about sex! Heh. Anyways, ever looked in a person's eyes, and known what they were thinking, and didn't have to say anything because they knew you knew what they were thinking, and you knew that they knew that you knew exactly what they're thinking, and then you both burst out laughing in the middle of a crowded restuarant? Isn't it great?!
5. Sex is best saved for: love, marriage, alcohol, days that end in “y”? The last, given the first two. The third is simply a catalyst which dimiinishes the eventual experience (thank you, health class?).
Also, a random thought which I had while reading the above-mentioned novel: is the concept of waiting overrated when it comes to love? I'm not talking about saving yourself sexually, I'm talking about being patient for love to come along, or to return. I still remember quite clearly when a girl in my gifted 9th grade English class was honestly confused as to why Penelope didn't just up and marry a new guy after a couple years of Odysseus being gone. I was devastated at her lack of understanding of the culture (which was, of course, the cutlure for a millenia at least, or at least the poets liked to think so) and her cynical nature (not that I was the soul of optimism myself at the time). In the novel Clare waits patiently (or not so patiently, but still waits) for Henry, her husband the unwilling time-traveler. (I didn't just spoil anything, you figure that out on the first page.)
Would you? Could you? Have you? Will you? This is just a concept that interests me, always has, in fiction and real life (and sometimes impacts my life, like when Mom waited for Ken and vice versa when he had to go to Phoenix for 14 months) but sometimes it's healthy and sometimes it's not and people draw the lines in different places. So, your lines?
1. Who was your first kiss (your mom does not count)? A guy, the son of dad's best friend, who I "dated" when we were 5-8 or so years old. I'm sure we kissed, because there are dozens of stories, but I don't remember it. Haven't seen him in years.
2. What is your idea of the perfect date? Spending time with a guy without stress or politics interfering in the joy of the moment. Alternatively, stress shared is stress quartered, with the right person, and some of my best memories involve almost literally screaming out my frustration with someone else. However, that doesn't sound like great date material to me.
3. What music needs to be on when you are “getting your thang on”? Um, I'm going to avoid defining "thang" (& there are six words I hope never have to say again) and say I'm rather fond of Santana, Van Morrison (real quiet) or instrumental jazz in general.
4. What is the most amazing experience you’ve ever shared with a partner? Ah, a question not about sex! Heh. Anyways, ever looked in a person's eyes, and known what they were thinking, and didn't have to say anything because they knew you knew what they were thinking, and you knew that they knew that you knew exactly what they're thinking, and then you both burst out laughing in the middle of a crowded restuarant? Isn't it great?!
5. Sex is best saved for: love, marriage, alcohol, days that end in “y”? The last, given the first two. The third is simply a catalyst which dimiinishes the eventual experience (thank you, health class?).
Also, a random thought which I had while reading the above-mentioned novel: is the concept of waiting overrated when it comes to love? I'm not talking about saving yourself sexually, I'm talking about being patient for love to come along, or to return. I still remember quite clearly when a girl in my gifted 9th grade English class was honestly confused as to why Penelope didn't just up and marry a new guy after a couple years of Odysseus being gone. I was devastated at her lack of understanding of the culture (which was, of course, the cutlure for a millenia at least, or at least the poets liked to think so) and her cynical nature (not that I was the soul of optimism myself at the time). In the novel Clare waits patiently (or not so patiently, but still waits) for Henry, her husband the unwilling time-traveler. (I didn't just spoil anything, you figure that out on the first page.)
Would you? Could you? Have you? Will you? This is just a concept that interests me, always has, in fiction and real life (and sometimes impacts my life, like when Mom waited for Ken and vice versa when he had to go to Phoenix for 14 months) but sometimes it's healthy and sometimes it's not and people draw the lines in different places. So, your lines?