{"id":1063,"date":"2002-04-27T14:22:00","date_gmt":"2002-04-27T14:22:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog2\/?p=1063"},"modified":"2002-04-27T14:22:00","modified_gmt":"2002-04-27T14:22:00","slug":"euchre_flirting","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/euchre_flirting\/","title":{"rendered":"euchre, flirting, &#038; beer (not necessarily in that order)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>after an eleven-hour night&#8217;s sleep, my friday was turning into a crapfest of pain, bordom and yawning.  i was glad to get away from my work desk and come home to a kitchen-full of dishes and plans for a night in watching the movies i&#8217;ve downloaded over the last couple of days. i should have known the full moon would have a different plan in mind for me.<br \/>\ni figured that with karp in town, i wouldn&#8217;t see the friends this weekend and i was okay with that. i have so many household chores to do, i could use the time in.  but, meg phoned and invited me over to play cards with them and karp. i would finally get to meet mark&#8217;s infamous friend <i>and<\/i> learn how to play euchre. i was intimidated. mark &#038; he have been friends since third grade and meg loves him a lot.  how would mark&#8217;s old friend and meg&#8217;s old friend get along?  only the shadow knows&#8230;<br \/>\nfuck, i&#8217;m way overdramatic today.  sorry.<br \/>\nanyway, karp is a riot and we got on like gangbusters.  it&#8217;s obvious that he and mark grew up together. they even tell stories similarly.  i drank a couple too many beer (which, for me, means four instead of two) and started to flirt.  i couldn&#8217;t help it!  he was cute and has a deep voice. he would hum while he was deciding what card to play and i thought i could feel the floor vibrate.  my internal dialogue while sitting across from him went something like:<br \/>\nmm, he&#8217;s cute. nice eyes. look at those hands!<br \/>\n<I>stop that! <\/I><br \/>\n*flips hair*<br \/>\n<I>i said stop that!<\/I><br \/>\nwhy? he&#8217;s cute!<br \/>\n<I>he also lives far away!<\/I><br \/>\nso did paul. and jason.<br \/>\n<I>and look how those turned out.<\/I><br \/>\nhrmf.<br \/>\n<I>what do you want? a quick bonk in the spare room?<\/I><br \/>\nis that so wrong?<br \/>\n<I>yeah, the bed squeaks.<\/I><br \/>\noh, right.<br \/>\n<I>smarten up.<\/I><br \/>\n*eye contact*<br \/>\n<I>you&#8217;re not listening.<\/I><br \/>\n*fingers in ears*  la la la! i can&#8217;t hear you!<br \/>\n<I>geez&#8230; thank god he&#8217;s leaving town tomorrow.<\/I><br \/>\nbut i have pretty underwear on!<br \/>\n<I>*sigh*<\/I><br \/>\nwhen i left (at quarter to four. in the morning.), we shook hands and expressed our mutual gladness to meet the other and learn new card games.  i was struck with a sudden urge to hug him.  i didn&#8217;t, of course.  i wanted to, though. really bad.<br \/>\ni got home and stayed up for another hour or so and then finally crashed.  when my eyes opened at quarter to nine (four hours later) i catagorically refused to wake up and went back to sleep for another couple hours.  now i&#8217;m finishing up my dishes, finally, getting the laundry done and in a bit, going shopping before the canuck&#8217;s last gasp.  despite all the chores, i&#8217;m having a damn fine day.  flirting really puts me in a good mood!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>after an eleven-hour night&#8217;s sleep, my friday was turning into a crapfest of pain, bordom and yawning. i was glad to get away from my work desk and come home to a kitchen-full of dishes and plans for a night in watching the movies i&#8217;ve downloaded over the last couple of days. i should have <span class=\"ellipsis\">&hellip;<\/span> <span class=\"more-link-wrap\"><a href=\"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/euchre_flirting\/\" class=\"more-link\"><span>Read More &rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1063","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-words"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1063"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1063\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1063"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1063"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/fubsy.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1063"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}