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Title: communication
Post by: franksolich on July 31, 2009, 06:37:52 AM
The soil scientist spent the night here, but don't jump to conclusions.  Always the gentleman, I slept on the couch in the living room.  She was supposed to go back to town for the night, but for whatever reasons she decided to stay here.  I dunno what the reasons were; she told them to someone at the other end of her cellular telephone, and of course I can't hear.

I was somewhat taken aback, though, when she expected me to turn on the furnace.  In July.  In Nebraska.  In the Sandhills.

I recited to her a conversation I had with my first college roommate--this was when we were both just turned 18 years old--in an elevator, and as the building was very tall and the elevator very slow, the other passengers had a chance to overhear us, and looked at us as if two Bozos from Outer Space.

It went something like this:

Me: Where are we going tonight?  That one place, or the other place?
He: I dunno; what about that place we went to that one time?
Me: You mean that one place we went to that one time, or that other place?
He: That place where those people were.
Me: Okay, fine by me, that one girl might be there.
He: That girl we met that one time?
Me: No, the girl we met when we were out with all those other people.
He: I'd just as soon we go to where that one other girl hangs out.
Me: Oh.  That one girl we met with all those people we met the other time.
He: Yeah.  Do you suppose she'll be at that one place?
Me: No, I think she'll be at the place we went that other time.
He: But she might be with the people we met that one time.
Me: Oh.  You're right.  Maybe we should go to that place we went that one time.
Title: Re: communication
Post by: Flame on July 31, 2009, 08:22:47 AM
I still say she's interested in you, Frank.  :innocent:
Title: Re: communication
Post by: JohnnyReb on July 31, 2009, 08:28:09 AM
I still say she's interested in you, Frank.  :innocent:

What if she tells him, "I ain't leaving until you hear bells ringing."..... :naughty:
Title: Re: communication
Post by: DixieBelle on July 31, 2009, 08:44:22 AM
I think she's sweet on you Frank.
Title: Re: communication
Post by: Wineslob on July 31, 2009, 09:52:49 AM
Frank, if you don't at least find out if this gal is "sweet" on you, I'm gonna come out there a personally BS your butt.
I take it from your discriptions that she's attractive?


HIT IT!    :-)
Title: Re: communication
Post by: franksolich on July 31, 2009, 10:29:27 AM
I think she's sweet on you Frank.

Of course, but all women are "sweet" on me because I'm a nice guy, one of the nicest guys one can hope to meet.

I suspect that what went on was that she was very tired, and knew she'd be in for hours of conversation if she went back to town.  And she just wanted to go to sleep.

And she knew I wasn't going to keep her up.

A couple of cats during the night got discombobulated, though.  They usually go right into the bedroom without checking first, and jump on top of my sleeping corpse.
Title: Re: communication
Post by: debk on July 31, 2009, 11:26:13 AM
Frank....she has a thing for you!!!

Are you waiting for her to hit you over the head with a club and drag you off by your hair to the bedroom?
Title: Re: communication
Post by: GOBUCKS on July 31, 2009, 11:30:49 AM
I can recall those long gone days with absolute clarity. There is no question that
sleepovers with college chicks beat the hell out of this place.
Title: Re: communication
Post by: Wineslob on July 31, 2009, 12:40:56 PM
Of course, but all women are "sweet" on me because I'm a nice guy, one of the nicest guys one can hope to meet.

I suspect that what went on was that she was very tired, and knew she'd be in for hours of conversation if she went back to town.  And she just wanted to go to sleep.

And she knew I wasn't going to keep her up.

A couple of cats during the night got discombobulated, though.  They usually go right into the bedroom without checking first, and jump on top of my sleeping corpse.


Chickenshit.    :tongue: