Elaboration 11.04 - J and Nobunaga Kuroneko *Nyaa*
I feel the need, at this point, to let you know what happened with J. I've written around it long enough. (Tadashi, I apologize for not embellishing this much when I was telling you...)
It actually started early that year with Elanore. Here's a crude picture to show where exactly everyone lives:
Elanore had this... habit... of feeding the stray cats around the area. She even let one in - gave it a name and everything. "Girl" was a tiny grey tiger that was a bit scared and standoffish (Wuna has inherited her personality). J keeps saying that he took her in during Hurricane Francis. As stray cats often do, Girl got pregnant with some Tom when she reached kitty puberty. Elanore took her in to give birth, but otherwise Girl wandered the woods. She did get friendlier after her litter, though. So, this tiny 7 pound 8 month old kitten has a perfectly healthy litter of 6. All 6 survive and 4 are found homes with Elanore's friends. The two left are a boy short hair tuxedo and a girl long hair seal. She said she was out drinking one night and decided to name them Jäger and Zima (or something like that) respectively. They were, as their mother was, largely outdoor cats. Except they have no objection to sleeping indoors. Which means any "friends" - meaning fleas - they might have met on their adventures also came to stay with Elanore. And the poor girl couldn't figure out why she couldn't get rid of the fleas even when she gave the cats a bath everyday and bombed 3 times a week... She decided to move closer to her father or something into a place that did not allow pets. Why she chose this place when she had 2 cats is beyond me. I don't think she was too bright. She asked me if I wanted one and if I knew of anyone else. I told her J had been concerned and had taken in Jäger in during Jeanne and "may be interested" and I'll ask him. Well, Jäger began had been living in J's apartment, with the new name Oda (as in Nobunaga) since the hurricane. Elanore had asked Debbie if she knew what happened to her cat. Ok, I had told her that J would probably take him, yet she never asked him if he already had. So, after a month or so of attempting to catch her at home, I finally succeed and tell her that Jäger has been living with J (and about why he still had him, as explained below), and that I a week prior had taken in Zima. (I renamed her Wunakei, or Wuna for short, and gave her about 5 baths, which she took very calmly for a cat, and also bathed Deke a few times, who always takes baths as if a little drop of water will drown him; I've still got the scars...) and bombed once to make sure there were no little buggies left.
Ok. So now we know how J got Oda. J had taken him in for a couple weeks during Jeanne, gave him the name Oda and fully intended to keep him, elated to hear that Elanore needed a home for him. All was well for a time, but he started to miss his "adventures" and snuck back outside. (J had been trying to keep him indoors.) The next day, J found Oda hiding under a bush near our stairs (that's the green blob thing on the map above) and took him to his apartment, proceeded to get him water and food, and then noticed that he was dragging his back legs on the ground. At this point, he comes knocking on my door in a panic because he doesn't have money to take him to the vet and could I help out by lending him some (and, yes, he has since paid me back).
We get to the vet as he is closing for the night, but he agrees to take us in the state of emergency. Oda wasn't yowling much, but I'm sure he was in pain. The vet couldn't get a good x-ray because Oda kept squirming, so he recommended the night time emergency vet and gave us directions.
This vet takes Oda and sedates him to get him in a position for a proper x-ray. The 6th or 7th lumbar vertebrae had been broken, and Oda could not support his hindquarters. He still could feel and move them, though. J was given 3 choices: Take him home and restrict his movements and hope he recovers, spend a lot of money to operate, or put him down. Because Oda was still able to move his back legs, J didn't think it was necessary to put him to sleep, and he didn't have the money for operation, so, he got Oda a cone and some pain syringes (oral medication for smaller animals often are put into needle-less syringes) and took him home and "locked" him in the kitchen (thus, restricting his movements).
Even though at first Oda didn't eat or drink much, J did get him up and about and in about 8 weeks Oda was almost his old, playful self. A couple of months later he was even jumping onto the exercise bike J has.
Ok, so this ordeal explains how we started to get "chummy" as I had put it earlier. I find out: he's a passionate Democrat who has dreams of one day being a diplomat or something (I know he wants a government job in International Affairs); he fluently speaks about 5 languages (let's see... English, of course, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian... um... I can't remember the 5th... French, maybe); he has a thing for Japanese history (hence him naming his cat after a Japanese warlord); he is quite a Star Wars, Star Trek, James Bond, Highlander geek (I watched him turn into a little boy once when he found a Yoda light saber toy... It was one of the cutest things I'd ever seen); he's a huge Duran Duran fan... and a whole bunch of other things.
So one day trying to be a nice next-door neighbor and friend, I bring over a bottle of wine. He'd been complaining about not being able to afford some. We drank the whole thing and chatted for a bit (he kissed my feet because I knew that Carrie Fisher was 19 during A New Hope.) As I said "Good night" in the usual European style (a kiss on the cheek), he leaned in for a much heavier kiss. So much for "good night".
Man, he's a good kisser, though! I don't think I could have stopped if I wanted to (which, at the time, I didn't). So we played around a bit, undressed from the waist up (and he was a horny MFer...), but I'm a good little Catholic girl (HA!) and wouldn't let him beyond that. After a few days of somewhat avoiding him in order to gather courage to ask where we go from here.
At this point I want to start up a relationship. Technically, I wanted to start a relationship for a bit before this, but had no courage based on previous negative experiences telling crushes about my affection (*cough*Rob*cough*). So four days later, I knock on his door; he answers with a smile.
He had been talking it over with his friend Steph (another Duranie) and I'm not sure what they actually discussed. (I get the feeling that Steph has a "talent" for speaking a lot but saying little. Unintentionally.) So I tell him what I feel and he tells me...
"I don't see enough of Rosaline in you."
Rosaline was a girl he claims to have been in love with over 10 years ago. He dated her for about 5 years and, as he tells it, he was jerk to her (which I don't doubt) and due to this and some other things going on in her life as well, she suffered a nervous breakdown and ended up shutting herself in her room most of the time and would not let him see her. She has since moved on and gotten married and started a family. He, however, for one reason or another, has been unable to move on.
I told him if what he is looking for in a woman is another woman, he'll never find it. Honestly, I think now that he was just blowing a lot of hot air, and although I don't doubt that he, in his own mind at least, still loves Rosaline, he does not honestly expect to find her in someone else.
At the time, though, I was determined to woo him, in my own mind at least. I figure that if it was meant to be, it will happen on it's own, and there's no harm in being his friend in the meantime. But I was actually pretty distraught - breakdown type stuff, no concentration at work (somewhat luckily, I had training all day the next day). After a second talk I calmed down a bit, although I actually panicked when I was away from him. I mean at work, at the store, wherever. As soon as I got home and there was only the thin wall between him and me, I was okay - whether or not I actually saw him (or he was even home).
Since then there have been two more of these more than friendly encounters, slightly less clothed, and spaced about a year apart from each other. Okay, so we pretty much dry fucked. The appropriate articles of clothing were on. The last time, we had gotten into an argument because he had come BANGING on my door at 2:30 in the morning piss drunk. After shouting and then talking, he got horny. He later admitted that he wanted a "fuck buddy" out of me, although he also would be respectful of my decision to remain a (technical, I guess, at this point) virgin until I get married (or turn 30, which, by the way, is my 30 year rule). I decided after that, I'm not gonna do this anymore. There's no affection for him anymore, I'm starting to feel resentful, and it goes against the entire point of my decision to wait.
...I am so sick and tired of being everybody's warm-fuzzy sounding board. I want to be a full-blown sexual threat right now. I want to get down on my hands and knees and do it, hot, sweaty, savage, wrong, morally reprehensible! - from The Most Massive Woman Wins
It actually started early that year with Elanore. Here's a crude picture to show where exactly everyone lives:
Elanore had this... habit... of feeding the stray cats around the area. She even let one in - gave it a name and everything. "Girl" was a tiny grey tiger that was a bit scared and standoffish (Wuna has inherited her personality). J keeps saying that he took her in during Hurricane Francis. As stray cats often do, Girl got pregnant with some Tom when she reached kitty puberty. Elanore took her in to give birth, but otherwise Girl wandered the woods. She did get friendlier after her litter, though. So, this tiny 7 pound 8 month old kitten has a perfectly healthy litter of 6. All 6 survive and 4 are found homes with Elanore's friends. The two left are a boy short hair tuxedo and a girl long hair seal. She said she was out drinking one night and decided to name them Jäger and Zima (or something like that) respectively. They were, as their mother was, largely outdoor cats. Except they have no objection to sleeping indoors. Which means any "friends" - meaning fleas - they might have met on their adventures also came to stay with Elanore. And the poor girl couldn't figure out why she couldn't get rid of the fleas even when she gave the cats a bath everyday and bombed 3 times a week... She decided to move closer to her father or something into a place that did not allow pets. Why she chose this place when she had 2 cats is beyond me. I don't think she was too bright. She asked me if I wanted one and if I knew of anyone else. I told her J had been concerned and had taken in Jäger in during Jeanne and "may be interested" and I'll ask him. Well, Jäger began had been living in J's apartment, with the new name Oda (as in Nobunaga) since the hurricane. Elanore had asked Debbie if she knew what happened to her cat. Ok, I had told her that J would probably take him, yet she never asked him if he already had. So, after a month or so of attempting to catch her at home, I finally succeed and tell her that Jäger has been living with J (and about why he still had him, as explained below), and that I a week prior had taken in Zima. (I renamed her Wunakei, or Wuna for short, and gave her about 5 baths, which she took very calmly for a cat, and also bathed Deke a few times, who always takes baths as if a little drop of water will drown him; I've still got the scars...) and bombed once to make sure there were no little buggies left.
Ok. So now we know how J got Oda. J had taken him in for a couple weeks during Jeanne, gave him the name Oda and fully intended to keep him, elated to hear that Elanore needed a home for him. All was well for a time, but he started to miss his "adventures" and snuck back outside. (J had been trying to keep him indoors.) The next day, J found Oda hiding under a bush near our stairs (that's the green blob thing on the map above) and took him to his apartment, proceeded to get him water and food, and then noticed that he was dragging his back legs on the ground. At this point, he comes knocking on my door in a panic because he doesn't have money to take him to the vet and could I help out by lending him some (and, yes, he has since paid me back).
We get to the vet as he is closing for the night, but he agrees to take us in the state of emergency. Oda wasn't yowling much, but I'm sure he was in pain. The vet couldn't get a good x-ray because Oda kept squirming, so he recommended the night time emergency vet and gave us directions.
This vet takes Oda and sedates him to get him in a position for a proper x-ray. The 6th or 7th lumbar vertebrae had been broken, and Oda could not support his hindquarters. He still could feel and move them, though. J was given 3 choices: Take him home and restrict his movements and hope he recovers, spend a lot of money to operate, or put him down. Because Oda was still able to move his back legs, J didn't think it was necessary to put him to sleep, and he didn't have the money for operation, so, he got Oda a cone and some pain syringes (oral medication for smaller animals often are put into needle-less syringes) and took him home and "locked" him in the kitchen (thus, restricting his movements).
Even though at first Oda didn't eat or drink much, J did get him up and about and in about 8 weeks Oda was almost his old, playful self. A couple of months later he was even jumping onto the exercise bike J has.
Ok, so this ordeal explains how we started to get "chummy" as I had put it earlier. I find out: he's a passionate Democrat who has dreams of one day being a diplomat or something (I know he wants a government job in International Affairs); he fluently speaks about 5 languages (let's see... English, of course, Spanish, Portuguese, Italian... um... I can't remember the 5th... French, maybe); he has a thing for Japanese history (hence him naming his cat after a Japanese warlord); he is quite a Star Wars, Star Trek, James Bond, Highlander geek (I watched him turn into a little boy once when he found a Yoda light saber toy... It was one of the cutest things I'd ever seen); he's a huge Duran Duran fan... and a whole bunch of other things.
So one day trying to be a nice next-door neighbor and friend, I bring over a bottle of wine. He'd been complaining about not being able to afford some. We drank the whole thing and chatted for a bit (he kissed my feet because I knew that Carrie Fisher was 19 during A New Hope.) As I said "Good night" in the usual European style (a kiss on the cheek), he leaned in for a much heavier kiss. So much for "good night".
Man, he's a good kisser, though! I don't think I could have stopped if I wanted to (which, at the time, I didn't). So we played around a bit, undressed from the waist up (and he was a horny MFer...), but I'm a good little Catholic girl (HA!) and wouldn't let him beyond that. After a few days of somewhat avoiding him in order to gather courage to ask where we go from here.
At this point I want to start up a relationship. Technically, I wanted to start a relationship for a bit before this, but had no courage based on previous negative experiences telling crushes about my affection (*cough*Rob*cough*). So four days later, I knock on his door; he answers with a smile.
He had been talking it over with his friend Steph (another Duranie) and I'm not sure what they actually discussed. (I get the feeling that Steph has a "talent" for speaking a lot but saying little. Unintentionally.) So I tell him what I feel and he tells me...
"I don't see enough of Rosaline in you."
Rosaline was a girl he claims to have been in love with over 10 years ago. He dated her for about 5 years and, as he tells it, he was jerk to her (which I don't doubt) and due to this and some other things going on in her life as well, she suffered a nervous breakdown and ended up shutting herself in her room most of the time and would not let him see her. She has since moved on and gotten married and started a family. He, however, for one reason or another, has been unable to move on.
I told him if what he is looking for in a woman is another woman, he'll never find it. Honestly, I think now that he was just blowing a lot of hot air, and although I don't doubt that he, in his own mind at least, still loves Rosaline, he does not honestly expect to find her in someone else.
At the time, though, I was determined to woo him, in my own mind at least. I figure that if it was meant to be, it will happen on it's own, and there's no harm in being his friend in the meantime. But I was actually pretty distraught - breakdown type stuff, no concentration at work (somewhat luckily, I had training all day the next day). After a second talk I calmed down a bit, although I actually panicked when I was away from him. I mean at work, at the store, wherever. As soon as I got home and there was only the thin wall between him and me, I was okay - whether or not I actually saw him (or he was even home).
Since then there have been two more of these more than friendly encounters, slightly less clothed, and spaced about a year apart from each other. Okay, so we pretty much dry fucked. The appropriate articles of clothing were on. The last time, we had gotten into an argument because he had come BANGING on my door at 2:30 in the morning piss drunk. After shouting and then talking, he got horny. He later admitted that he wanted a "fuck buddy" out of me, although he also would be respectful of my decision to remain a (technical, I guess, at this point) virgin until I get married (or turn 30, which, by the way, is my 30 year rule). I decided after that, I'm not gonna do this anymore. There's no affection for him anymore, I'm starting to feel resentful, and it goes against the entire point of my decision to wait.
...I am so sick and tired of being everybody's warm-fuzzy sounding board. I want to be a full-blown sexual threat right now. I want to get down on my hands and knees and do it, hot, sweaty, savage, wrong, morally reprehensible! - from The Most Massive Woman Wins