…fairest of the fair, object of my virtual affections from the times when I was but a new poster…
…beautiful one, with wit and charm to far surpass all others…
Long have I flirted, or tried, but for naught… and yet, when I finally reveal my cyber-crush, do you destroy me, and taunt me as so many might?
Nay!
And now I ask thee, with all good intent, to let me be thine, in what capacity thou wouldst…
For I cannot call myself your Virtual Boyfriend, as in truth our paths have not crossed near enough… but I will take whatever you may give… if it but come from you, I will be happy.
[sub]normally, down here, I would put a scared line of type, but now I am resolved… I hope.[/sub]
Well, before I messed it up by posting this, the consecutive thread titles at the top of the Forum were: What kind of mathematic function would you fuck? Welfy…
Yeah, but the whole point to this is the be public on this one… and to try to swoop her off her feet, that teasing evil female…
However, if ever it gets to that point, rest assured I shall do as you command, oh wise and benevolent mod man…
::laughing helplessly::
Maybe it’s the cross-posts. Maybe it’s the cold medication. Maybe it’s just my usual expertise in romantic matters.
Sorry for my unseemly hysterics. See, it wasn’t a command and I’m a woman.
Honestly, the laughter is directed at myself, not you, Tristan. Sometimes the more you try to be efficient and helpful the worse you mess it up. All in all, this was one of the sloppiest jobs I’ve ever done of a simple forum switch. I messed up the timing, wording, forgot my kindly aunt persona isn’t obvious…
You did absolutely nothing wrong, Tris, I just bobbled it up good. (Hell, I even forgot to sign that I was acting as a mod doing the switch!) My apologies. I’m sicker than 2 dogs right now and just plain bobbled it.
I’m glad you asked that question. “Knee weaking” is what happens when love strikes. Passion swells; the only thing that holds meaning in the world is the presence of The Beloved; music sounds richer, colors look brighter, your face feels hot, your heart races, your hands feel too big, your throat closes from the upswelling of passionate words and you’re knees click: “weak, weak, weak”.
It can be very embarrassing.
Like my entire presence in this thread.
::smacks Mr Mxyptlk right upside the head with a dead trout for not even pretending to believe that lame explanation::
Of course… I love my life, and would be a hollow shell without her. She’s the reason for my existance, and the center of my universe. However, a virtual thing would be harmless… hehehe… Wow, that almost seemed sort of catty, Coldie… but I’m sure that’s not the sense in which it was meant.
Have no fear… I’ve learned. This whole thread has gone on longer than I thought it would.
