In answer to everyone’s advice, I’m definitely going to go for it. I’m mostly just pondering the conversations that I feel ought to precede the monkey buttering.
Re the Boston pub quizzes: She brought this up herself, actually, because she was interested in the local options. Apparently, Boston’s quiz scene is somewhat unique, in that it’s franchised, or whatever word best captures “organized by one central group and distributed through the city.” She said that most places you go, it’s the exact same format, generated and run by the same outfit. There are a lot of them, but they’re largely the same, and she thinks they suck. Seattle’s home-grown quizzes are radically different, I gather. I don’t know if she’s overstating the situation but that was how she described it.
Oh, and one more thing:
Considering that Q is the hot babe, and C is a big-bear homo whose presence in the above story is a mere cameo at breakfast, I’d say the repercussions of trying to work something out with C instead of Q are rather serious indeed.
Ah, just let nature take it’s course. If you think too hard about it, you’ll screw up and say something stoopid like, “Can I butter your monkey?” when you really meant to say, “Could you pass me the butter please?” :smack:
Well, I guess I got here a little too late to give advice. So I’ll just say, be safe. . . use condoms. And I obviously don’t have to add this part. . have fun!
Dude, stop second-guessing the future. Go to Boston, and, in the words of a Northern Irish friend of mine: “buck her ‘till you’re pumpin’ blood”.
Sorry, that was gross. Go back to the buttered monkeys.
Are you sure that A and B didn’t actually set you up? Have you discussed things with them?
Sounds like a fantastic dilemma to be in, and a great OP. It’s been so long since that first flutter of mutual attraction and its inevitable fulfillment, that it was great to read such a vivid description of it.
There are few posters besides you **Cervaise ** for whom I would have bothered reading an OP that long and indulgent
You are making frickin’ excuses to avoid a good thing staring you in the face. I used to do that. I now regret it. Don’t be me. A & B know already. You cannot hide something like that. People hook up with friends of friends all the time. It’d have to be the single most common way of finding a mate on the planet, or close to. Go for it or I’ll wallop you with a buttered monkey.
As you said, you’re all mature adults. Go for it! If it doesn’t work out, you all can be big about it and deal with it. If it works out, then great! Cervaise finds love or at least a great time for a while!
If you have this desire to go, then go. If you don’t you’ll spend your life thinking, “What if…?” Jesus man, don’t torture yourself like that.
When people are single, they often lament how they wish they could just find someone they have something in common with, someone who “gets them.” Maybe you just found that, so what are you gonna do about it?
And why are you assuming that any relationship with her will end up in angst, drama and perhaps front page news? Even the one of mine that ended worse still left me on friendly terms with his mom and sister and both of us with all our common friends…
I have a tick whereby I occasionally repeat phrases and names under my breath while doing other things. During this morning’s staff meeting, my senior assistant caught me saying “periodic rumpy pumpy” (last sentence of OP) under my breath. DAMN YOU! :eek:
luckily, it was quiet and mumbled enough to provide plausible deniability!
The only way to make sure this turns out well is for A, B, Q and Cervaise to all have sex together. Sure, it’ll take a lot of butter, but if Cervaise cares, he’ll make it happen. Hell, C should probably join in, just to be safe.
Because Tuckerfan says so, and Tuckerfan knows all?
And just to repeat myself, I’m definitely taking the plunge here. No question about it and no second-guessing. The only thing I’m trying to decide is how exactly to say to Q, “Before we get started, in case this ends up going all pear-shaped, let’s be grown-ups and stay cordial. Our friendships with A & B are too important, so no matter what happens I want to make sure that isn’t at risk. 'Kay? 'Kay. Now, I’m gonna go get the vise-grips and the galoshes, and when I come back, I want to see you covered in Vegemite.”
I mean, I spent four hours on the phone with her last night. Things are rolling.
Haven’t discussed it, but I’d be surprised if they took an active part. Elsewise they wouldn’t have joined us for the late night viewing, would they? “We’ll pack her stuff. Just get her back by eight. Have fun storming the castle!”
Hey Figaro. Rumpy pumpy rumpy pumpy rumpy pumpy rumpy pumpy rumpy pumpy!
For what it’s worth, I would skip this. I understand your concerns and your intentions, but I think your best bet is to simply be a respectful grown-up about the whole thing, and address any “friends A & B” complications positively, kindly, and assertively if/when they show up. That will speak much more loudly than any a priori statement of intentions, and it will avoid the pitfall of accidentally poisoning a budding relationship with talk of its eventual demise.
I’d figure A would be absolutely fine with anything that happened; if it got weird, I don’t think he’d blink.
B’d probably be okay with it on the surface, worry slightly about potential weirdness underneath, but ultimately realize that should something happen and go incredibly sour, the distance between Seattle and Boston would be too great to have to worry it about all that much.
