My darling fans, as most of you know, I have the ability to slide between universes, or rather, slide throughout the multiverse, to be precise, using the ship that my darling Captain allows me to pilot when he's off fighting bad guys.
Yeah. The Captain has been gone quite a bit, but I'm used to it now, I guess. Being alone most of the time, I must confess, random assignations with vicars and the like has been rather empty, albeit amusing.
I decided that what I needed was to read Lorelei James and hope that somehow her philosophy of life would sink in and substitute for a relationship that I would find fulfilling and on my own plane of existence. So that's what I've been doing the last month, luxuriating in the stories about the McKay family and how they meet their soul mates. Let's see: I believe I have read over 14 Lorelei James stories in the past month, probably more, hoping and waiting. Or rather, to be honest, almost dreading my moment, because of the worry of handing an actual relationship.
Lovin' Spoonfuls is a vegan restaurant over on Campbell and Thur, brother of Thor, the thunder god had agreed to meet me there. We had spent hours on the phone and my first thought was: I'm not going to like him. I'm not going to be attracted to him; because every time I've had long conversations with people it's been a waste of time. I like them on the phone and then I meet them and it's like: oh. Fuck. Nevermind. Shit.
His picture, I had liked his picture, check, we got on well on the phone, check, we both have similar jobs, check. Lots in common: check, check, check. But I had to wonder.
He wore Wranglers (TM) - just like a Lorelei James character!!! And he wore his keys on his belt (very similar to MY paranoia of losing my keys which are ALWAYS in my pocket or attached to me in some way!)
His eyes and hair were brown. He had a wee bit of gray in his hair-just like me!
And he was not vegan, but had agreed to meet me there ANYWAY. So I ordered dolmas (rice encased in grape leaves) and a caesar salad for us to share. The dolmas were delicious, as was the salad, but I could barely taste them, as focused as I was on Thur.
For dessert, I got up and got us a piece of chocolate chip cake. HEAVENLY! We shared it. Chocolate cake with white icing that had tiny pieces of chocolate chips melted on my tongue.
Next we were off to The Cheesecake Factory (TM) where I had a drink called the Firefly! (Shades of the Captain!) It was a tangy orange alcoholic confection. Delicious. Thur had a milkshake, of which I had dipped my finger in the whipped cream and tasted. Hmm. Not so nice. Since I am off dairy, but he had me distracted and by the time the milkshake had arrived I was already drunk, so I was not thinking when I tasted his whipped cream.
Last, the first time we kissed: I offered him some gum and I put it in his mouth, he licked my fingers and sucked on them a little bit as I put it into his mouth. And then, he just took me and kissed me. It was powerful.
I remain,
Hilda Stinson
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