h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

My candle is lit too my duck

This is the only Australian drama i've ever taken an interest in.

I don't suppose you could think of a pretext to call him on?, just to keep you uppermost in his mind.

Hi everybody! (waves)

Sorry I've not been about, horribly busy w/work, and exhausted at nite. Just dropped in to say howdy!

I have tried to think of an excuse to call him...but I can't...and the fact is I am terrified of calling people and am suprised I have done it as often as I have with this boy...and of course there's the fear that I will come out of this looking like more of a moron than I already am...??

It's all chemistry, isn't it! I haven't read the whole backlog, but enough to know that you've met him again and he isn't smitten. My advice? Play

I'm all for playing !

I am, of course, determined not to worry about it...regardless of the fact that it seems an impossible feat...

...cue Dorothy Parker (or something in the vicinity thereof, because I always get these things at least a little wrong)

The Sun's gone dim
And the moon has turned black
For I loved him
And he didn't love me back...

...so it goes, right??

And of course the reality is I don't LOVE him...I've only seen him two or three times in my entire life...so this stupid girly "puppy love" thing I'm going through will all too soon dissipate.

I know this...it just doesn't help...

I know Dorothy Parker, but I hadn't come across that rhyme before. Like it!

Believe me, it's chemistry. The chap could be or he could be a jerk. You'd still be attracted.

There's another saying I like, 'What's yours will come to you!'. Patience.

Aye...I know there's nothing I can do about it.

Or rather, there's nothing I can do about the way that I feel.

How I react to these feelings is my call, however...so I have decided that, regardless of how much I want to see him, I'm not calling him anymore. If he calls, he calls. If he doesn't, at least I know...

What a girly girl, Tanz!

Still moping about after your red headed boy...

Have a and get over it!!!






And yes, I'm just teasing, so don't get your knickers in a twist! (Like they're not already!)

Hello, my little Lusty Wench-friend, how goes it??

Rest assured, my knickers are entirely un-knotted!

And you know what they say, true love lasts forever...so the boy can get nicked...as long as I've got !

Who needs a man? I know how to parallel park, do basic home repairs, and I can lift heavy things all by myself!

All hail Lord Newcastle, the one man I truly believe in!

Oh, scratch that. I believe in Mr. Bartender Sir, too!

Boys have only ever served one real purpose in my life, and that's people I can flirt with and be mean to...

You mean they have other uses?

I have heard that they do...but I've never met one that was good for anything above the other two purposes...

I've always found them useful for opening bottles and jars (although some I know, I am better at it than they are)

Ah, see I find myself to be the opener of bottles and jars...lifter of heavy objects, opener of doors, payer of bills and lighter of cigarettes...I'm nothing if not a gentlemen !

Mmm, I tend to do that too - I only run to them when I really can't manage. They're useful for reaching high objects as well when a step-stool isn't around.

See the height thing is another purpose I forgot about...but then I know a suprising number of men who are pretty much the same height as me (don't ask me how tall I am...I have no idea...but apparently I'm average height for a woman...)?

Ah, I'm quite short - sometimes I have to ask taller women!

So I suppose there are a FEW practical uses for boys...I just don't know if any of them are worth the giant headf*ck I'm going through for this one... ??