I have a foot. I have a mouth. Let's see if I can fit one in the other!

[sweet_hedonia]

I did something quite fun today, which was also an armor-polishing Good Deed, and was rewarded with the most delicious apple juice ever. The better reward, however, was getting to meet a genuinely nice guy. He's smart (I have my priorities), friendly, seems well-adjusted and has an appealing sort of idealism. Also, wonder of wonders, he neither

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[theotherjay]

It was both a pleasure and great good fortune to have your help. While I'm certainly glad of your good regard, I have to say, being impressed that someone didn't make obscene suggestions or lose their trousers in the midst of a normal social interaction, makes a pretty low standard.

Please don't worry about embarrassing yourself, though. Helping someone scrub their bathroom gives you quite a lot of leeway. And I'm accustomed to such subjects of conversation. You're in no risk of being judged, here.

If you're beset by a stalker who crosses the internet line into actual meatspace, well, restraining orders are something of a speciality of mine, so speak up =)

[sweet_hedonia]

You would be amazed how quickly and precipitously one's standards for proper conduct fall when people actually do things like that on a somewhat regular basis. Though I suppose my atypical reaction doesn't help, it remains mystifying that this only seems to happen to me, none of my friends have experienced it. I just assume I have neurotoxic pheromones that render many men brain-free. I am not easily embarrassed, obviously, but I did feel bad because the look on your face was so deer-in-the-headlights... and after such a lovely afternoon of not freaking out the normals.

Stalkers are irritating, but I've never had to resort to legal action to deal with them. If I am ever reduced to filing a restraining order to protect myself, I shall be extremely put out. Because, honestly, are people like that really intimidated by a piece of paper? At least this one is just some obnoxious little kid.