Thoroughly perky grubby
I am basking in the glow of much time spent together over the last three days. I'm quite sure that I'm obnoxiously perky right now.
In related news, we spent some time idling shopping on Saturday afternoon and, as he browsed shoe store after shoe store after shoe store, I couldn't help but think, "well, you and fredo_joaquin are going to get along famously." After he spent 15 minutes explaining his own rules for when he is and is not allowed to buy shoes -- which are dependent not just on finding a pair of shoes that match the target goal (e.g. "a pair of black dress shoes") but on other criteria like how many shoe stores have been unsuccessful in meeting the goal so far, such that a consolation pair of attractive shoes of another style should be allowed to be purchased -- I interrupted him (because the explanation was not yet completed) and assured him that I didn't yet need to know the full extent of the self-imposed rules for shoe shopping.
Also, I took the plunge and cooked for him on Friday night (vegetarian jambalaya, adapted from Sundays at Moosewood).
In related news, we spent some time idling shopping on Saturday afternoon and, as he browsed shoe store after shoe store after shoe store, I couldn't help but think, "well, you and fredo_joaquin are going to get along famously." After he spent 15 minutes explaining his own rules for when he is and is not allowed to buy shoes -- which are dependent not just on finding a pair of shoes that match the target goal (e.g. "a pair of black dress shoes") but on other criteria like how many shoe stores have been unsuccessful in meeting the goal so far, such that a consolation pair of attractive shoes of another style should be allowed to be purchased -- I interrupted him (because the explanation was not yet completed) and assured him that I didn't yet need to know the full extent of the self-imposed rules for shoe shopping.
Also, I took the plunge and cooked for him on Friday night (vegetarian jambalaya, adapted from Sundays at Moosewood).