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Why I think we might like him

He loves the word chonch. LOVESSSS it. It made him snort when I told him the context of the word. "I don't want to be eating Deb's chonch when I'm kissing Mr. X." (as said by Sassy Sarah)

He also was laughing at the veneral buffet references in the forums.

This makes me dig him so much.

We were just kind of figuring eachother out last night. Talking and laughing and more talking. On sex. I always am up front on the no anal sex thing (remember, I'm ass-o-phobic). He was cool with that. (yay, no more Mr. Butt Boy!)

I then asked him if he was weirdly kinky or something. He played like he was all sad and said, "Does that mean that I can't bring the weedeater, live chickens, and peach preserves?"

How can you not dig a man that was an engineer and then ditched it all to go to culinary school? He's wildly interesting and I don't feel the conversational vacuum that I have been lately with my last round of dates.

He's phoned me three times today and calls me Sugar.

He made Zoe some homemade chocolate chip cookies and I let her eat them for breakfast.

He's creative and charming, but played college football and fishes and stuff. A good mix of metro and macho.

Mostly,
he's
not
a
dick.

Peace and Peach Preserves
(on a live chicken)

And he's coming over tonight. Bringing me leftovers from a fancy dinner they are doing. Seven courses.

This makes four days in a row. Weirdly exciting.

Hopefully he will be able to make my chonch as happy as I am right now.

If I could do a cartwheel, I'd do one in the hallway of my client's office.

chonch
chonch
chonch

He said he can't wait to see me again.

I can't wait to kiss him again.

(and no. he has not had access to the debchonch yet, ya butts!)

heh. yet being the operative word.

Posted by debutaunt at May 26, 2004 04:40 PM | TrackBack