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I'm in Austin for no other reason than I am co-dependent and not the biggest fan of being alone.
Kate and I were supposed to go to a friend of hers wedding, but due to a mix-up with the RSVP I can't go. So she is at the wedding right now, and I'm at her parents' house without any kind of transportation. I have read some bad fic and screwed around with my SparkPeople (which I am starting in earnest again) and now I'm making a livejournal post about nothing in particular.
Last night, on the drive up, before I got so sleepy that talking was beyond me, Kate and I had a pretty hilarious conversation about servicemen, and in particular why you shouldn't sleep with them.
She pointed out that Marines are all pretty hot, but are bizarrely insecure about their bodies, and I pointed out that they're all cuddles in the bedroom but the minute you send them back to their guy friends they're all locker room talk, "Yeah, I gave it to her good," and so on.
After wondering about that for a few miles, we came up with the theory that locker room talk is actually a veiled code, and "She was begging for more" means "I didn't last that long" and "She was so fucking clingy" means "I don't know why she wouldn't let me stay the night..." It makes sense, no?
Before you assume that I've had a LOT of experience with servicemen (in the ::wink, wink, nudge, nudge:: sort of way) let me just say this is a broad, broad generalization based on the four servicemen total that Kate and I have known. So if you're going to assume anything about our moral character, assume that we're too quick to jump to conclusions.
I'm going to read another bad fic, I think, and then watch some food network on demand. Nothing cheers me up like pretending I'm the Barefoot Contessa.
Kate and I were supposed to go to a friend of hers wedding, but due to a mix-up with the RSVP I can't go. So she is at the wedding right now, and I'm at her parents' house without any kind of transportation. I have read some bad fic and screwed around with my SparkPeople (which I am starting in earnest again) and now I'm making a livejournal post about nothing in particular.
Last night, on the drive up, before I got so sleepy that talking was beyond me, Kate and I had a pretty hilarious conversation about servicemen, and in particular why you shouldn't sleep with them.
She pointed out that Marines are all pretty hot, but are bizarrely insecure about their bodies, and I pointed out that they're all cuddles in the bedroom but the minute you send them back to their guy friends they're all locker room talk, "Yeah, I gave it to her good," and so on.
After wondering about that for a few miles, we came up with the theory that locker room talk is actually a veiled code, and "She was begging for more" means "I didn't last that long" and "She was so fucking clingy" means "I don't know why she wouldn't let me stay the night..." It makes sense, no?
Before you assume that I've had a LOT of experience with servicemen (in the ::wink, wink, nudge, nudge:: sort of way) let me just say this is a broad, broad generalization based on the four servicemen total that Kate and I have known. So if you're going to assume anything about our moral character, assume that we're too quick to jump to conclusions.
I'm going to read another bad fic, I think, and then watch some food network on demand. Nothing cheers me up like pretending I'm the Barefoot Contessa.