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I stuttered my way through the conversation. He said we should do something next week. I said that'd be great!

Aaaaaaaaaaaah. Ah aha haaaaah.

He has my email.

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piobaireachd.livejournal.com

*Sniggles*

Well, it's harder to stutter through email. :D?

Just make sure it's something you'll enjoy/be comfortable with.

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I like him a lot, really. Just have to set Very Good Boundries, I guess.

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piobaireachd.livejournal.com

*nodnod* Bonne chance.

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silverpenlight.livejournal.com

*pets*

Just - take it slow. Set rules.

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*nod* Sound advice. My problem is I actually do like him. Also, I suck and get tongue tied. :P

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silverpenlight.livejournal.com

Well, if you like him, then all power to you. And hee. I go to an all-girl's school. I know the feeling.

(And whut? New books of Amber, seemingly.)

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Do you? It's sucky, I've decided. Has killed all my social skills. Argh.

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silverpenlight.livejournal.com

I have no social skills.

My life is comprised of the internets, the barn, and books.

*facepalm*

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And, what did you do?

Also, sorry for not being there when you pinged! Left AIM signed in by mistake.

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I think we had a five minute conversation that compromised of about three minutes of silence, over all. We were both SO shy it was funny.

I'm usually super talkative, too. :O!!!!

He said he wanted to do something. I said I was going out of town for the weekend (which I am, possibly. Depending on mum's working schedule, which we find out later.)

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I think this all sounds deeply promising. And don't stress about the groping thing: second-hand gossip is rarely fresh or unskewed enough to matter.

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*nod* This is very true.

Also, more and more, from talking to my friend again, I'm getting the feeling it's like Cass said, that he's just got not wonderful social skills. Especially after the stuttery phone call from hell.

I also have the best personal space excuse ever. I'm sensory defensive. I have tremendous difficulty with anything touching my skin. It makes me scratch and twitch, and gets a LOT WORSE when I'm nervous or tired, so it's pretty sporadic. I'll just warn him about it from the beginning.

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*nods* Yeah, and then that got blown out of proportion. Just go with the flow. If he does do anything unsavoury, I'll beat him up. *cackles*

Does this mean I can't hug you when I meet you? :(

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No, you can. What it is is when I have a tag brushing my skin, the repeated rubbing makes me twitch. My skin doesn't acclimatize. I can't wear wool, or anything mesh. I can't have rocks in my shoes. Sometimes the seams in my socks (if they're right on the toes) they go up and down. It turns from irritation to physical pain as I get more and more tired. I've definitely cried over my socks before.

An arm around my shoulders on a hot day isn't likely to bother me, but could. It culminates in me also having a BIG personal space bubble.
And when I'm nervous, like on a date, it gets not-good.

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I have sensitive skin. So while it's nothing so bad as that, I can't wear wool ever, and I've come up in welts from a rubbing tag. :( I... feel a very mild version of your pain?

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It's not so bad. I can control it ninety percent of the time. I don't break out either, it just HURTS. The only really bad problems I've had in the last year were yesterday (he had his arm around my shoulders and I got the strongest feeling of something biting the back of my neck and shoulders, like a horse fly, even though there was nothing there) and after the 24 hours on the airplane, a wool blanket the girl in the seat next to me was using rubbing my arm as she slept.

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Did she know?

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Yes.

But she's an utter, utter bitch. Her excuse was that it wasn't on purpose.

But that's a different story. *mutters* Bitch.

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You're joking.

KILL IT WITH FIRE.

Did you wake her up? I would've been sticking pins into her.

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I did once. And she snapped at me and told me to put on a sweater (on a fucking 800 person airplane) and said not to bother her again.

Stupid girl. We'd been barely civil all of thailand though. We don't get along. She tends to assume that she deserves everything immediately. And gets mad when I don't cave. Which I never do.

Also, there's an overheated, half-undressed, flushed Jack in the bar.

Because of summer.

But still.

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PINSPINSPINSPINS.

Oh, is there. :D

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I SO would have, if I thought I could get away with it.

*loathes*

And there is indeed. I'm cheering myself up!

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You are down?

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Just still anxious, because I'm anxiety prone. And it's a nasty rumour.

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*snugs*

Dude, he's called Mal. He can't be all that bad.

Also, I am going to watch TV for a bit. Back soonish.

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