Apr. 9th, 2003
Usericons...
Apr. 9th, 2003 08:38 amI really, truly need to get a glow stick, dangle it on a string, and photograph
eris_raven batting at it, convert it into one of her userpics, and caption it "Eris Raver".
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Called Darkside. Got him, this time. Chatted. The usual pleasantries: local events, Little Fayoumis exploits, school stress, him rehashing movies for me.
Asked him if he had a girlfriend, prefacing it with the mandatory "This is somewhat of a personal question; you don't have to answer it." Requested that if -- when -- he got a girlfriend, I would like to meet her. He cautioned me to not have an emotional breakdown saying that. He sounded touched that I would care.
Asked about visiting Saturday. Nope: he's got a wedding to attend: the wedding of the friend whose bachelor party he went to.
He had a meeting tomorrow morning, so he needed sleep. I wished him to have fun with the meeting.
That, evidently, was unlikely. He is meeting with the Air Force.
His father is evidently putting on the pressure, and agreeing to at least meet with the Air Force to talk takes some of the pressure off. I made incoherent noise, and he did verbal petting of me, briefly, before signing off.
GHAAAAAA.
I have the deep reaction to not let him go into any variety of military without marrying him. Something very small and very loud inside me is shouting, "NO NO NO NO NO NO NONONONONONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" about the whole concept of my Darkside in the Air Force. No. No.
Asked him if he had a girlfriend, prefacing it with the mandatory "This is somewhat of a personal question; you don't have to answer it." Requested that if -- when -- he got a girlfriend, I would like to meet her. He cautioned me to not have an emotional breakdown saying that. He sounded touched that I would care.
Asked about visiting Saturday. Nope: he's got a wedding to attend: the wedding of the friend whose bachelor party he went to.
He had a meeting tomorrow morning, so he needed sleep. I wished him to have fun with the meeting.
That, evidently, was unlikely. He is meeting with the Air Force.
His father is evidently putting on the pressure, and agreeing to at least meet with the Air Force to talk takes some of the pressure off. I made incoherent noise, and he did verbal petting of me, briefly, before signing off.
GHAAAAAA.
I have the deep reaction to not let him go into any variety of military without marrying him. Something very small and very loud inside me is shouting, "NO NO NO NO NO NO NONONONONONO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" about the whole concept of my Darkside in the Air Force. No. No.