Crush thread. I can't wait forever.

Eve and Swiddles
Forget all of the imposters. Run away with Mully (who can apparently only use 3rd person referencing). I make no promises of location or activity, other than to say life will be fun and you will have ample opportunity to laugh outloud when I run into a wall due to general clumsiness.

Beat that offer!

Ssskuggii, the reason I have yet to post here is because I was entranced by your beautiful words from other threads. You know you are right there on top of my crush list.

I send much love to these other lovely ladies as well…
struuter
Wacky ninja
jjjfishe
A girl
falcon.

mmmmmmmmmmmmm smooch

right back at ya ChrisP ::smooch::

This is sad. I do believe that most of my posts came from gratuitous flirting, and I can only seem to post anything of relevance in these types of threads. Oh well, do one thing, and do it well.

**APB9999{/b], Eve was on vacation last week and only posts from work. Maybe she has screwed up priorities and hasn’t checked in yet. Or she might still be on vacation.

Awww, I feel loved now. Schpanks, ChrisP. ::smooch::

NOt posting a crush list again. I really don’t feel like lsting them all. You know, it would take too long and they all know I love 'em, so what’s the point?

You, know it is a proven fact that people like to be told how much you love them…

Well then, smooch

You know I loves ya, ChrisP.

HomeSlice smooch, I love you smooch smooch

::sticks finger down throat and gags::

::flees::
:smiley:

If you cant love yourself, who can you love?

Umm, by the way, guys, not that I’m questioning your taste in having crushes on Eve or anything (far from it!), but judging from what I’ve seen of her posting, I suspect that she wouldn’t be thrilled with deserted islands and bungalos… Most bungalos don’t have department stores and five-star restaurants, and if you’re running around naked, you can’t wear high-heeled shoes or stylish dresses. There is something to be said for compatable personalities, after all.

By the way, all of you ladies who have crushes on me, you don’t have to be so modest… This would be a great place to mention so.

Who loves ya’, Chronos baby?

(Licking her lollipop and batting her eyelashes shyly)

Scotti

Just my luck - she’s on vacation.

Chronos, Tahiti is not exactly a deserted island. I’m sure it has plenty of venues where high heels and stylish dresses are the order. We’ll only spend most of our time naked on the beach, although she can wear high heels there, too, if she likes. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm…

Come drive with me.
We’ll meander up and down the nighttime suburban streets, looking at houses, while our offspring sleep in the back seat. We can slow down if you want and look in the windows of those not gone to bed yet and see what they are watching on TV.
Then we can head out into the rural areas, where the stars are brighter and listen to the radio playing softly as we hold hands. Ok… well, one hand then. I know how sexy you think it is when I keep steering the vehicle.
Then we can get gas and a coffee at a drive through Tim Hortons.
Whaddya think?

And you seem to think that something is WRONG with this?

Eve, come back from vacation! We are destined to be together. If Tahiti doesn’t suit you, I will build a yacht and name it for you, the Plus de Belle. I will cradle you against my chest while I steer us before the caressing winds, letting them take us where they will. We will navigate by the moon, the stars, and our passions, going where they take us and living each moment in that clean air that fills our sails and sweetens even your sweet breath. The world’s cities will beat in time with seclusion and beauty as we sample each at will, bound to nothing but by the horizon …

(Did I mention I can lick my own eyebrows?)

ahhh I’m flattered Chris
Blushing

…that mousy fortyish programmer in the other side of the department has stolen my heart. I dream of her. I long for her…geez…this is a BAAAAAD case here, folks.

Forget the infidels, Eve!

I alone will be the one to burn hot dogs on the drill for you in the middle of the night, to satisfy your craving for a weiner. I would slip it between your buns, with relish.

  • Mr. C, Master of the Double Entendre.

Of course, by DRILL I mean GRILL. We could work on the original spelling, though.