Hey, how long did it take you to respond to this thread in the first place?
Bad Canadian! No moose!
Esprix
throws hands into the air
I give up, Matt. If you want to keep chasing after your alabaster-chested pretty boy while he keeps on being coy, FINE. I’ll just go over here, curl up into a ball, and eat wet cigarettes in the dark.
Now don’t do that.
goes over in the corner to keep Cheffie company while Esprix writes
…or is that tacky?
Hmph.
You think I’m going to just come running back because you’re bored waiting for the ice queen to answer you?
quick surreptitious just-kidding wink to Esprix
Ecoutez, Montrealais… I’m pouting right now. You’re going to have to work a little harder than that to salve my hurt feelings.
bursts into theatrically melodramatic sobbing
dries Cheffie’s tears
with my tongue
sigh Me and Cheffie… alone and forgotten. Together.
Hm.
Now this is getting really interesting…
I’LL say it is.
Matt, why don’t you come sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas?
Imagine Esprix’ chagrin…oh well, he had his chance and he blew it (NO pun intended!)
Matt honey, I see a golden opportunity for you here. Cheffie is a hottie!
Don’t think I don’t know what’s going on.
Harumph.
Harumph, I say.
Esprix
OK, it’s been two weeks, and I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m still waiting expectantly for Esprix’s response. What’s the holdup over there? 
I think it might be something for just matt’s delicately curved, sensuous ears…
Esprix
Oh, but Esprix! You’re just going to leave us all hanging after such a wonderfully drawn out build up? How could you!?! ::pouts::
Quite simple - leave them weak and begging for more. Words to live by.
Esprix
Well, I haven’t received anything. :mad:
wow… I just came across this thread…
wow.
matt, may your oh-so-talented fingers work their magic forever.
How many times to I have to say it, Matt? Esprix is a tease. He’s vaporware.
Whereas I have proven that I deliver by writing you a mash note in my “naughty love letters from Cheffie” thread.
(sigh) I guess I shouldn’t wait around to be noticed by someone whose head is turned by pretty boys…
stalks out and slams the door
Patience, child. {sigh} Youth - wasted on the young…
And Chef Troy, what good do affections do you - you’re married, dear, something neither matt nor I am. Perhaps lusting after a lustable object such as you is simply not worth the effort, as you’re the ultimate unattainable prize, whereas I, newly singled, am quite attainable, n’est-ce pas?
Esprix
Yo, what about Goboy? Why isn’t anyone fighting to acquire territorial rights over my luscious form? I’m ready, willing, and available.
slowly Soooooo… you’re saying… I’m a lustable object?
I can live with that.
I do take issue with the idea that matt’s attentions wouldn’t do me any good just because I can’t fly to Canada and pin him to the mattress. However, I see your point. Sigh.
Can I watch, then?