Just by staying a couple of weeks with each of us you have resolved your life for quite a while. And if you can’t make up your mind after the first go-around, you just do it all overe again.
Sailor, you have a point. Before I make a move, I really do have to see the area for myself, scope out the job situation, things like that. So…who wants to be the first to fly me out to where you live? I have actually had an ex-Doper from the DC area fly me over about 2 years ago. That trip didn’t work out so well, but I liked what little of the area I did get to see. Good Lord, almost anything has to be better than FL.
Michi, I would like to suggest Dallas, TX. We have a stable of interesting dopers in the area (including your ever-lovin’ Cheffie), and Dallas leads the nation in new jobs created so there should be no problem finding work. I’ll even introduce you to the amazing vet that cares for my cats… working for her would just about be heaven for a vet nurse, I bet.
There are a few drawbacks, but they can all be overcome. Yes, the summers are hot. But I believe Florida has worked up some heat of its own… and not only is the humidity much lower here, we are the most extravagantly over-air-conditioned city in the world. On the other hand, weather-wise… no hurricanes. I promise. Maybe the occasional tornado, but I’m sure a tornado would seem as tame as a ceiling fan to someone from hurricane country.
The other big drawback is that Mrs. Chef would almost certainly fail to understand the new living arrangement. So I’d have to subsidize an apartment for you instead (just think - you could be a KEPT WOMAN). wiggles eyebrows Cost of living is reasonable here, too.
Oh, and iampunha… you DO realize that part of playing “vet and bad dog” is having your TEMPERATURE taken, don’t you?
A kept woman? Now that I like! However, Cheffie, I am mad at you, because you never wrote me back, as you promised you would.
Michi, sweetie, I’m SO sorry. I swear on my mother’s grave, I didn’t forget…(okay, my mother isn’t dead, but if I’m lying I’ll kill her.)
I’ve been paralyzed with writer’s block for ages and every time I open my email program I see your name in my inbox and writhe with guilt that I haven’t yet crafted a love letter that will make you gasp and fan yourself. A letter that will put roses of passion in your lovely cheeks and make your upper lip perspire as you read it and your breath grows ragged. A letter that you will print out and carry around with you for those times you don’t feel special, knowing that re-reading it will help you see yourself the way I see you. I’ll write it, I swear.
Please forgive me, Michi. Only tell me you do, and I will marshal my words and images, my desires and thoughts of you, and I will weave them all into a tapestry of erotic eloquence such as you have never seen.
(Cheffie takes Michi’s beautiful face in his big rough hands and kisses her with tender urgency…there is a loud clang as her nerveless fingers drop the piece of veterinary equipment she’s holding…)
And Michi… read my new sig with yourself in mind.
sigh. I should really turn on the sig when I ask people to read it.
okay! Well, it doesn’t look like you are suffering from writer’s block anymore, so git writin’! 
Oh yeah, I saw the sig in your last post, so that’s ok!
oh BTW, I’m also trying to convince Pepperlandgirl and her fiancé to move to Dallas. You guys could get a 2-bedroom and help hold down my mistressing costs. hopeful grin
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Ummm… excuse me!
Did I NOT already ask you to marry me?!?!!?
Yes, Whammo, sweetie, you did. I even mentioned that in another thread (the Match Making one). Make me a sales pitch, tell me about where you live and why I should pick you!
Cheffie, I don’t do the roommate thing. I am a woman who needs her privacy. Now, if I have a job, I won’t be totally broke, so as long as you can spring for HALF the rent, that would be fine.
Yes, Nemo, because as we ALL know, whatever is on TV must me the absolute truth! I see no reason Michi wouldn’t want me or any of my friends as neighbors.
There is no hay here. There are cows near my cabin in WVA. There IS hay near my WVA cabin. I see no problem with that. There is no hay near where I am in VA.
And Michi, I could always scare my roommate away. I’m good at that. Since frosh year, no roommate of mine has yet lasted a full school year. 'Course, they’ve all been male . . . 
No TV factoids? Okay, how about words from the mayor of Washington DC, the Honorable Marion Barry, who extolled the virtues of his city with the following: “If you take out the killings, Washington actually has a very low crime rate.”
Being a traditional kind of guy, I’ve always had a rule against proposing marriage to women I’ve never met. But sight unseen, I’m willing to offer the following:
1 - Use of the futon in my living room.
2 - I’ll feed the cats.
3 - Dinner and a movie.
4 - A torrid affair with lots of incredible sex and frequent foot rubs.
Iampunha, the cabin actually sounds quite nice. Much better than the dorms, that’s for sure! I didn’t like the dorms when I was 18, I wouldn’t like it now that I’m…ah…older than 18. Then again, when I was in college, I somehow got stuck living in the WOMEN’S dorm…maybe the men’s would be more to my liking…(as long as I can ignore the filth!)
However, Little Nemo has caught my interest with number 4 on his list…
Oh sure, go ahead and quote one of the biggest crackheads in the history of the US!
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I’ll give you my bed, for starters. I can sleep somewhere else. Maybe we can move to my cabin in WVA, where you can have one of the beds there.
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You can wean your cats onto dog food
I will tolerate them and maybe even pet them on occasion so you know I don’t hate them with totally unequalled passion. -
We’ll be too busy having (frequently-orgasming) sex to bother with dinner and a movie most nights. And we’ll talk for at least half an hour a day about anything you want.
And as I’m in my sexual peak (or so I hear every day from Dopers who will remain anonymous) the sex will, of course, be unrivaled by even the most exsquisite chocolate, blood labs, cats, etc.
::stares hard at the shirtless Iampunha pic she has::
And only 19…my, my…
2 things for you:
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That picture is from January or July?
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I’m 18.
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You would probably have to teach me quite a few things. ::AHEM::
Hey, Michi, have you considered Southern California? LA’s lots of fun. I’m currently living in a large house with a couple other guys…you can have my room when I move out (as Ruffian and I will be tying the knot in April). The rent’s super cheap and there’s TONS of stuff to do around here. That and everyone’s rich, tan, and good looking. No, really. Everyone.
I’m sorry, but I for one am just NOT buying this (no offense, Iampunha, I’d have said this about ANY guy who says he’d give up his hatred of cats).
No one, and especially not a guy, who hates cats, will ever not hate them.
[sub]Not even for the best pussy on the planet.[/sub]
::ducks::
[sub]on the other hand, as Michi well knows, I’ve always been fond of cats[/sub]
DeathLlama is absolutely right about LA. LA is the ONLY place for Michi.
I mean, everyone knows that women with boob jobs belong in Southern California!
::flees::
Yes, come to L.A. I live in a beatiful 2 bedroom apartment (my roommate can be done away with) in the beautiful San Fernando Valley. We have a thriving job market, lots of animals, Major Leauge Baseball, and you’re never more than an hours drive to mountains, deserts, beaches and forests.
Pick me! Pick me!