Dave

[azurelunatic]

Got a friend. He's going to Germany with the Army for the next two years at least. Really nice, sweet guy. Pity he's Christian.

I like him a lot, and he's one of the only true gentlemen left in the world....

Since when did "gentleman" become a prerequisite for me dating them?

Since high school, and my "just friend" then, I suppose. My "just friend" tried so hard, but...

Thank the Goddess and the God for *gentlemen* who will refrain from skewering you in the naughty bits with their foil, for gentlemen who will submit gracefully to a ticklefight and keep their hands in appropriate places, for gentlemen who never let you betray yourself, no matter what. Even at the cost of their own peace of mind.

This is for the *three* true gentlemen out there.

Um, dear? I know you're reading this. Gentlemen, I hate to say, don't admit to reading the Thin H Line, at least not to ladies.

Am I a lady?

Comments

[godai.livejournal.com]

Can't admit to reading the Thin H line anymore. :)


And you are definately a lady.


Godai

Thanks....

[azurelunatic]

Ladies don't hit first. (oops.)
Ladies don't swear like soldiers.
Ladies are generally polite.
Ladies can successfully carry off Heinlein's ideal "countess in the drawing room, whore in the bedroom" thing.
Ladies don't devote most of their waking non-working, non-school hours to computers.
Ladies...
*sigh*

You still haven't convinced me....

Re: Thanks....

[godai.livejournal.com]

If thats what ladies are perhaps its better to not be one.

We can never really be anything except ourselves.

The definitions we apply are at our control.

So to me you are a lady, since i'm assuming your missing certain anatomy. ;)

You concern yourself with others feelings even forgoing your own happiness. Makes you quite a lady.

And hun, you are quite a lady in my eyes.

Re: Thanks....

[azurelunatic]

I would be genetically and structurally female, yes.

And I'd hope that I'm myself. I've sure been trying to be that. "Myself" includes being able to rattle off a few decent curses here and there, reading the Thin H Line when it's up and running, beating the crap out of the occasional person, playing with computers and maybe even going into computer science, and falling a little short on both the countess and the whore ends of being ladylike.

Ah, but *is* it foregoing my own happiness to make him feel better? (speaking of the One True Arizona Gentleman here) If he's unhappy, then I *feel* it. Is it really unselfishness when he is, to all practical definition (*my* practical definition) a part of myself, and I am a part of him? What purpose would getting me mad at myself serve?