Don't tell Vetivert

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Have YOU been flirting with Vivi?

Of course! Doesn't everyone?	19%	[ 8 ]
Of course! Doesn't everyone?	19%	[ 8 ]
I don't dare - my spouse would kill me!	7%	[ 3 ]
I don't dare - my spouse would kill me!	7%	[ 3 ]
Haven't, but will soon...	24%	[ 10 ]
Haven't, but will soon...	24%	[ 10 ]

Total votes : 42

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29 Dec 2005, 9:52 am

I am out of it most of the time,I dont pay attention alot.

and until this thread I didn't even know SHE was female

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29 Dec 2005, 10:32 am

Neuroman wrote:

vetivert wrote:

yep - that'll do the trick. i have a liking for Rilke, anyway.

so, best thing would be to surprise me with the poem, and let the bombshell fall. but there is one thing - don't i already know how old you are?

erm...

yes, but for reasons known to a select few, no one ever believes me when I say how old I am. I did have a grey hair in 1988, but I was so excited I pulled it out to save it and then I didn't get any more

I actually carry my birth certificate as proof.

For Vivi, I think Neruda would be good too...
It will be a surprise....

How old are you?

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29 Dec 2005, 10:46 am

Neuroman wrote:

vetivert wrote:

I actually carry my birth certificate as proof.

For Vivi, I think Neruda would be good too...
It will be a surprise....

Yes, tell us!

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31 Dec 2005, 6:40 pm

Vivi is number one now....

Online Now:
01: vetivert

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31 Dec 2005, 6:58 pm

Still No.1

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31 Dec 2005, 7:03 pm

uncharacteristically, NM offers hugs to all (once a year, get 'em while they're hot!) for New Years...

(looks around for Vivi)

I have to go now....won't be back online for a few hours.

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01 Jan 2006, 3:17 am

aaaaargh! missed my hug! :cry:

oh well - story of my life.

but wait!

that means i'll be able to claim it at a moment of my choosing! oooooh... now there's a delicious thought - you'll never know when i'll demand my rightful hg. can you feel the quivers of anticcccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccccc...

...ipation, yet?

(RHS reference, for those of you who are wondering why the pause).

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01 Jan 2006, 3:18 am

RHS?

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01 Jan 2006, 3:24 am

Rocky Horror Show. :twisted:

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01 Jan 2006, 3:28 am

You mean Rocky Horror Picture Show?

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01 Jan 2006, 4:05 am

yes.

/me mutters, "bloody pedant... grumble, mutter.."

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01 Jan 2006, 8:58 am

I'm not entirely sure pedant is a word...

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02 Jan 2006, 10:12 pm

flirting is so easy....

The Wait
Rainer Maria Rilke

It is life in slow motion,
it's the heart in reverse,
it's a hope-and-a-half:
too much and too little at once.

It's a train that suddenly
stops with no station around,
and we can hear the cricket,
and, leaning out the carriage

door, we vainly contemplate
a wind we feel that stirs
the blooming meadows, the meadows
made imaginary by this stop.