Lorinda Birdwhistle: Whew, I hadn't HEARD from you in a while. Welcome back.
With you, I am definitely Dr. McCoy and NOT Spock, although Spock is unintentionally HILARIOUS. Luckily, you and I are NEVER the panicking Scotty: "Captain, the engines won't TAKE it, the boilers will BURST . . .!"
Although, I live around people who DO panic like Scotty.
Amusing, except when I am trying for a peaceful moment.
The Gabor sisters were beautiful and lived in LUXURY, which is part of the hilarity of Green Acres. Eva Gabor was PERFECT for the role!
Jesse . . . maybe . . . maybe he is a keeper.
But . . . his germs.
Although it is clear about how you feel about . . . rewarding times together with Jesse, I am not sure how you feel about:
"I ended up staying for the rest of the day, helping Jesse shovel horseshit, round up six rattlesnakes, scrub out 23 birdbaths, give his cat a deep tissue massage, and reset the toilet in the bathroom (yes, singular)."
Hmmm. I have SERIOUS OCD about cleanliness.
But you and Jesse . . . seem to be quite attracted to each other.
And Jesse seems like a good guy. My bet is he is TOTALLY immunized against any infections due to his habitual unsanitary habits. My bet is, Jesse was fully immune by 6 to 8 years old. So, it is probably just as well that Jesse keeps with his habits, and does not succumb to my reservations about cleanliness. I bet Jesse is quite healthy.
But be kind to your girlfriend who loves women. I hope she finds love in her life as you seem to have found with Jesse.
Some persons may need someone who is totally "Logical" like Spock.
Your story is quite captivating, and please return soon.
Chris Andrews: That is right. I forgot. How could I have?
Did you ever see the toenail fungus commercial, where the daughter is grossed out by her dad's toes, and she calls out, "Mom, come HERE!" The dad looks overwhelmed by daughter and the prospect of Mom . . . er . . . putting all in order.
Well, the germs... I was born into a family with a 75 lb airedale. When I was not quite 2, I put something in my mouth that she'd left on the basement stairs. When I was 4, and we took our first trip to Crane Beach after arriving from Seattle in Cambridge (via summer in Menlo Park), I ran off exploring (my parents didn't worry, as this was 1957) and I quickly discovered that most of the empty soda bottles had a few drops left in them, and I drank out of every one I could find. The soda in one of the bottles tasted sour, and it was only years later I realized that had been my first beer.
Then, of course, there was making out--exchanging saliva with girls. It quickly became clear to me that bacteria just weren't that dangerous, and that I could eat off of other peoples plates with impunity (I was one of those skinny kids who was always hungry, particularly if the food was good). And around the time of my 17th birthday, I discovered the incredible eroticism of kissing girls on the 7th planet. (Just recite your planets in order and when you get to the 7th one you'll realize what I'm talking about.)
I would like to know the purpose of rounding up the six rattlesnakes. Anyone who has ever read the Black folktale, How the Snake Got His Rattle, or who has looked into the evolution of the rattle, which evolved but once--the raison d'etre of which the authors of that folktale clearly understood--would know that the rattlesnake doesn't want to bite you, as venom is expensive, and the rattle is its way of telling you, "don't threaten me and you won't get bit!"
That first experience of kissing the 7th planet was quite amazing. The day before, or maybe two days before, we'd been outside in an area where there were no other people. For me, beginning when I was probably 8, maybe 9, and enduring to this day, the derriere was to me by far the sexiest part of a woman's (or girl's before I hit puberty) body. I pulled her bathing suit bottom down, and even though that memory is around 50 years old, it's arousing me.
The next night that I had her in my abode at the country club where I worked that summer, we were on my bed. I didn't know whether it was going to disgust me--I mentally prepared myself for that possibility, but I think I didn't take it seriously, because I dove, which was followed almost immediately by an explosion in my nether parts. After that, we clung to each other for the next half hour while the ecstasy churned in my brain. The same was probably happening in hers, but I don't know, for I was too shy to tell her what was going on with me, and to ask her if similar things had been happening with her.
It's quite the memory, but I wish more generally than in the case of this one experience that I'd known with confidence when to talk and what to say, and especially what questions I should ask.
In fact, it would be good if kids of both genders were taught to be more open with partners about asking questions when sex starts happening if they have questions, like "are you enjoying this?" and "am I doing this right?" and "what would you really like me to do, and don't be shy about it?" When I was 20 or so, a couple of women, to whom I'm forever grateful, independently of each other (they didn't know each other and might well have been in different cities, told me that what I was doing to their genitals wasn't working, and told me what I should do instead. This was a very big deal!
Around 25 years later, I was having an affair with a woman which we both knew was not going to end up as a permanent relationship. At some point she said, rather mournfully, "I'm never going to have it this good again!"
Lorinda Birdwhistle: Whew, I hadn't HEARD from you in a while. Welcome back.
With you, I am definitely Dr. McCoy and NOT Spock, although Spock is unintentionally HILARIOUS. Luckily, you and I are NEVER the panicking Scotty: "Captain, the engines won't TAKE it, the boilers will BURST . . .!"
Although, I live around people who DO panic like Scotty.
Amusing, except when I am trying for a peaceful moment.
The Gabor sisters were beautiful and lived in LUXURY, which is part of the hilarity of Green Acres. Eva Gabor was PERFECT for the role!
Jesse . . . maybe . . . maybe he is a keeper.
But . . . his germs.
Although it is clear about how you feel about . . . rewarding times together with Jesse, I am not sure how you feel about:
"I ended up staying for the rest of the day, helping Jesse shovel horseshit, round up six rattlesnakes, scrub out 23 birdbaths, give his cat a deep tissue massage, and reset the toilet in the bathroom (yes, singular)."
Hmmm. I have SERIOUS OCD about cleanliness.
But you and Jesse . . . seem to be quite attracted to each other.
And Jesse seems like a good guy. My bet is he is TOTALLY immunized against any infections due to his habitual unsanitary habits. My bet is, Jesse was fully immune by 6 to 8 years old. So, it is probably just as well that Jesse keeps with his habits, and does not succumb to my reservations about cleanliness. I bet Jesse is quite healthy.
But be kind to your girlfriend who loves women. I hope she finds love in her life as you seem to have found with Jesse.
Some persons may need someone who is totally "Logical" like Spock.
Your story is quite captivating, and please return soon.
What a riot! Yes, Jesse seems impervious to every ailment. He's never gotten Covid. He does have toenail fungus, however.
Chris Andrews: That is right. I forgot. How could I have?
Did you ever see the toenail fungus commercial, where the daughter is grossed out by her dad's toes, and she calls out, "Mom, come HERE!" The dad looks overwhelmed by daughter and the prospect of Mom . . . er . . . putting all in order.
Here is a narrative:
https://mrhipster.com/television/good-commercial-jublia-dads-toenails
I don't find the whole commercial, but here is an except:
https://www.ispot.tv/ad/qUs7/jublia-dads-toenails
Could be the next episode Armand.
The only Republican on that show was Mr. Hinkey.
Ha! Love that bit of trivia.
Very…. entertaining 😊
Thank you friend 😘
Sounds like it was a good move for Lorinda. Glad she's happy.
What next?
Let me think on that... if you have thoughts, throw them out there.
Well, the germs... I was born into a family with a 75 lb airedale. When I was not quite 2, I put something in my mouth that she'd left on the basement stairs. When I was 4, and we took our first trip to Crane Beach after arriving from Seattle in Cambridge (via summer in Menlo Park), I ran off exploring (my parents didn't worry, as this was 1957) and I quickly discovered that most of the empty soda bottles had a few drops left in them, and I drank out of every one I could find. The soda in one of the bottles tasted sour, and it was only years later I realized that had been my first beer.
Then, of course, there was making out--exchanging saliva with girls. It quickly became clear to me that bacteria just weren't that dangerous, and that I could eat off of other peoples plates with impunity (I was one of those skinny kids who was always hungry, particularly if the food was good). And around the time of my 17th birthday, I discovered the incredible eroticism of kissing girls on the 7th planet. (Just recite your planets in order and when you get to the 7th one you'll realize what I'm talking about.)
I would like to know the purpose of rounding up the six rattlesnakes. Anyone who has ever read the Black folktale, How the Snake Got His Rattle, or who has looked into the evolution of the rattle, which evolved but once--the raison d'etre of which the authors of that folktale clearly understood--would know that the rattlesnake doesn't want to bite you, as venom is expensive, and the rattle is its way of telling you, "don't threaten me and you won't get bit!"
Anyway, that was a hella good story!
LOVE all of this. Holy toots on that 7th planet. You must have graduated a couple of years early from high school. For you: https://youtu.be/aDFGmiXnLjU?si=Vjf290tD4SH-5CGR.
Holst has a good one for the 7th planet!
That first experience of kissing the 7th planet was quite amazing. The day before, or maybe two days before, we'd been outside in an area where there were no other people. For me, beginning when I was probably 8, maybe 9, and enduring to this day, the derriere was to me by far the sexiest part of a woman's (or girl's before I hit puberty) body. I pulled her bathing suit bottom down, and even though that memory is around 50 years old, it's arousing me.
The next night that I had her in my abode at the country club where I worked that summer, we were on my bed. I didn't know whether it was going to disgust me--I mentally prepared myself for that possibility, but I think I didn't take it seriously, because I dove, which was followed almost immediately by an explosion in my nether parts. After that, we clung to each other for the next half hour while the ecstasy churned in my brain. The same was probably happening in hers, but I don't know, for I was too shy to tell her what was going on with me, and to ask her if similar things had been happening with her.
Whoa David!
It's quite the memory, but I wish more generally than in the case of this one experience that I'd known with confidence when to talk and what to say, and especially what questions I should ask.
In fact, it would be good if kids of both genders were taught to be more open with partners about asking questions when sex starts happening if they have questions, like "are you enjoying this?" and "am I doing this right?" and "what would you really like me to do, and don't be shy about it?" When I was 20 or so, a couple of women, to whom I'm forever grateful, independently of each other (they didn't know each other and might well have been in different cities, told me that what I was doing to their genitals wasn't working, and told me what I should do instead. This was a very big deal!
Around 25 years later, I was having an affair with a woman which we both knew was not going to end up as a permanent relationship. At some point she said, rather mournfully, "I'm never going to have it this good again!"