To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From:  Thomas Moorfield
Sent Wednesday 10:34am


> Check the time.
>
> Guess where I am?  If you guessed in my boring little apartment, nice and
> relaxed after hitting the gym and having a decent meal, all comfy and
> ready to spend the evening on the computer and the couch...you'd be not so
> right.
>
> I hate my office sometimes.
>
> *Oliver pouts a little in hopes of getting sympathy kisses*

*ouch*

This is me bestowing sympathy kisses and shoulder rubs.

> Right.  So, the London trip isn't exactly the same sort of stuff I usually
> do.  Not a problem, I just need to go over a few things, learn the ins and
> outs of the system....crap.  Oh well, not like I have anything to do with
> my evenings for the next few days anyway.  :-)

I'll do my best to make sure you get a due allotment of pampering and
appreciation once you get here?

I'm - actually the word is *impressed to all hell* which is more of a phrase
really - you really did cause upheaval to get yourself here, didn’t you?  I'm
very glad, and flattered, and not a little selfishly happy about it. Don't
want you to be worked into a crispy fried Oliver before you arrive, though.

> This would, in fact, be me being a baby.  Want my cake and to eat it too.
> Want to get to London, have all my time free, and have someone else pay me
> to be there.  :P

That would be very cool though.

> > Makes it real, talking to you, and - I like this - like you -
> > can't wait for you to get here.
>
> Me too.  Can't wait to see your eyes, see you smile.  Kiss you.

I'd say 'me three' but that starts getting weird when the next line is all
kisses and touches.

> > The good side is more time to study, and my rent's paid up till the end
> > of August, the bad news is, all the students who graduated back in June
> > will have landed all the good temp jobs by then.
>
> Yeah.  Extra study time is good.  Look at it this way though--you're not
> looking for a temporary summer job, right?  You're looking for something
> permanent--or close to it--and the extra study time will only help.

Yes, that's all true - although a pay check before September would be a Very
Good Thing, and agency payslips would be better than nothing when it comes
to the house hunting part of the equation.  I'm hoping I can stay on at the
house, if I pay the full rent, just week on week until next year's
student's lease starts. Give me a couple more weeks of wriggle room.

> Plus, you won't be in exams when I get to London.  :-)

This is also a good thing. ;D

> Bike shopping did not occur.  I spent my lunch hour behind a wall of
> paper, trying to sort out exactly how different this trip is going to be.  On the
> up side, Janet and I ordered lunch from a  new place and found the best
> Montreal smoked meat in the city, we're sure.

Montreal smoked meat?

> I'm having their pastrami for supper.  For lo, I have a crappy diet.

Could have been worse - could have been McDonald’s.

Do me a favour?

Get up, stretch, and go for a walk to the most distant water cooler in your
office building?






Feel better?

And yes, I do feel like a dork lecturing you, but, you need to take a break
from your desk every now and again - and this would have been much more
useful yesterday, I'm sure. I'll shut up now.

> > > Life didn't get weird until I started seeing guys.  Or sleeping
> > > with them. Then it got more intense at school.  The more people who
> > > knew, the harder it got.
> >
> > Possibly pushy question but - you were still in school?
>
> Yeah, first time I had sex I'd just turned 17, was in grade twelve.  We
> weren't really together...well, I guess we were.  We didn't make a big
> deal out of dating, I never said he was my boyfriend, but we fooled ourselves
> into thinking we cared about each other.  If I had the same feelings today
> that I did then?  I'd call it lust and move along.  But I was 17, and lust
> was pretty powerful.  :P

Doesn't sound like an altogether bad start though - mutual fooling, at
least.

> > I didn't even tell anyone until I was in sixth form college, and
> > then, well: I actually *told* my seminar group in Sociology. We were
> > doing ideas of the group and the other, and it just seemed like a thing to do
> > the rumour mill took it from there. I never actually *did* anything to
> > remind anyone much, though. Sebs wasn't till I was here, in my first year.
>
> Wow on coming out to a group of relative strangers.  That's freaking
> brave. How did they react?

I figured it was safer, somehow - like no one was going to feel threatened,
or go totally nuts, because there were other people there? On reflection, I
have no idea if it was the right thing to do, but no one beat me up or
anything, and name calling and stuff you can ignore.

> Sebs was first?  He's the guy that said you were too serious, right?

Depending on exactly how you count it, yes, and also yes.

> I don't think I like him.  Feel all protective and manly at the moment.  I
> need coffee.

Hee - that just made me grin.

He was good people, really. Didn't break my heart or anything, just - set me
straight on a few assumptions, and moved on a while later. I still see him
around very occasionally - he's still in London, anyway - at least he was.

> > > Oliver goes to revise packing list.... No, not really.  I don't
> > > actually own any tools of perversion.  We can go shopping though.
> >
> > Now there's a thought ;)
> >
> > [Actually a mild to moderately panic inducing one.]
>
> Easy--same thing as with everything:  one step at a time and don't be
> afraid to tell me to back off.  Er, unless it's the thought of shopping with me
> that's making you panic.  In that case, feel free.  :D

The idea of going sex toy shopping (we're so not past blushing, you know)
with you - with anyone - is at fault here.

> > Um, although it did occur to me last night - when we're going out for
> > dinner, we should probably head into Soho somewhere, just because
> > - I'm not entirely convinced we're going to manage to stop touching.
>
> You are a very smart man.  And you know how to plan.  I like that.

Why thank you. ;)

> Soho it is, I'll let you figure out where.

What sort of place were you thinking of?  [Now would be the time to mention
that fatal peanut allergy ....]

> > > Hope Mike isn't pissed at you.
> >
> > He left me a note that says: Just this once she's not going to
> > kill either of us.
>
> Umm...maybe I can send her a tacky Boston souvenir as a bribe.  :P

Hee - that might even work - she's got an odd sense of humour from what I know
of her.

> > I'll talk to them tonight - you still want to make it a sort of
> > weekly phone call?
>
> Oh yes.  I want that.

As it works out, there is free phone time after eleven on Tuesdays and
Thursdays, where Ian's 'Dita has to get to bed early.  (I've never met
'Dita.)  Does that work for you?

> > > Oh--before I forget, you'll have stuff with you, I assume.
> >
> > I was a cub scout: always be prepared.
>
> Were you really?  Cool.  My father thought they were subversive or
> something.  :P

Aged 8 to 11. Went camping and everything.

> History and health....(God I feel like I should be doing this with page
> headers and topic outlines.  :P)

I know, I'm sorry, and - this is just awkward, isn’t it?  I'm sorry.

> Haven't been with anyone since he left, so that's...Jesus.  A
> year this Thursday since I threw him out so I haven't actually had sex
> with anyone since... (Does math)  A year last night.
>
> *blink*
>
> Whoa.
>
> That's....pretty neat.  Weird in the extreme, but neat.

So, phone sex .... ok. Um - It probably shoves me somewhat towards the
stalker zone, but part of me is grinning quite widely right now. Part of
me's also finding that hard to believe.

> Preferences.
> Oh look, I can still blush.  Shit.  Umm.  Yeah.  No idea how little detail
> I can go into here.  Basically, I like sex.  I switch, happy to top or
> bottom, but honestly?  I love to suck and I love to be taken.  Mornings are for
> slow and sweet lovemaking, I like it hot and desperate too, when need builds
> until you feel like you're on fire, and there is nothing better then kissing
> during sex.

Guh.

Give me a moment.

*ahem*

One week.

> Right.  Stopping now.  Your turn.

Three guys, five if you're counting blow jobs, always used condoms - even
for blow jobs - except with Kay, after we both tested clean.
I haven't been tested since, but I've no reason to think that Kay ever
cheated on me, and there hasn't been anyone since - and I don't suppose we
should trust that. (Damn that reasonable voice in my head. Now I'm wondering
if it's possible to get rush test results without paying the earth. I've
actually never been tested in this country, so no idea how it works. Will nip
into town between class and climbing soc and grab a copy of Gay Times or
something.)

Um - no, we're definitely still in blushing territory. I'm a switch - not
just because of what my partner wants, but, the way I feel what I want. I'm
not trying to be vague and annoying on purpose. Right now - imagining taking
you, and having to work hard to keep typing.  Love giving head - in fact
have been accused of being orally fixated to which I can only plead guilty -
and - kissing – eye contact - face to face. Um. Yeah.  That help?

> I think that if you show up at our door you'll wind up pushed into it and
> we'll not leave the room until breakfast.  So I'll meet you downstairs,
> we'll drop off your things, and head out.  :-)

That was pretty much my thought process. ;)

 > > Bollocks - Seminar  I Cannot Miss is on Tuesdays 2 to 4.  - um -
> > will I have time to at least take you to the airport?
>
> Probably--might even have time to have a quick meal, flight doesn't leave
> until 10:00pm.

So, what, check in at 8? Which airport?

> > > If you want to climb on Sunday, that's cool, I'm ready for that.
> >
> > Do you want to climb?
>
> Wall or rock?  What are my other options?

Wall.

Or me.

[Which was a really bad line ...]

> You're my guide to London--anything you want to do?

We could always do something moderately dippy and touristy - take the
riverboat down to Hampton Court Palace or something?  Museums and galleries
and *stuff* - I don't know. What I want to do is 'stuff with Oliver' mainly.

When did you last go to the zoo?

> > >  "Ah, come on.  What could he learn in three
> > > days that's going to matter in ten years?"  You?  Ignore that voice.
> >
> > Um - have a very similar one in my own head, to be honest. Thing is the
> > pol/soc seminar - the Tuesday one - there are only six of us, and I am
> > due to present, and it's some infinitesimal proportion of my mark, but it is
> > assessed, and I actually don't want to be there at all. I have to, don't
> > I?
>
> Yes, you do.  *Looks sternly at you.*

Yes, Oliver.

I still don't *want* to.

> > But it's probably bad.
>
> Yep.  You can tell that one is bad because it comes with sound
> effects--booming voice over, dark clouds, smoke.  Very evil.

Helpful when it does that. My Evil Voice is going for 'rational
persuasion', which is insidious and effective.

> > You getting fired would probably really complicate things.  No getting
> > fired, in fact. Deal?
>
> Deal.

Good.

> Okay, I have another hour of stuff here, then I'm heading home.  How was
> your day?  Hey, you get your Diss back from Terry tomorrow--drop me a
> quick note and tell me how that goes?

I'm seeing him this afternoon - I'll be back here again after climbing soc,
so I'll let you know.

What time did you get home in the end? You take care of yourself, yeah? No
getting fired and no driving yourself to a heart attack either, ok? [And
I'll try not to fret myself into a nervous breakdown – how’s that for
parity?]

> Still miss you,

Wish I could be waiting for you when you got home - cook you something, slip
 into the shower and massage your shoulders, and then carry you off to bed...

Hey: good morning.

*sends you virtual coffee and a bacon buttie*

Tom
************************
"God-like aliens...man do I hate God-like aliens! I'll trade a critter for a
God-like alien any day!"



To:  Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent:  Wednesday, 11:46 am

Hey Tom,

> > I hate my office sometimes.
> >
> > *Oliver pouts a little in hopes of getting sympathy kisses*
>
> *ouch*
>
> This is me bestowing sympathy kisses and shoulder rubs.

Yay!  Like you.  Think you can do that again for me?

> > Right.  So, the London trip isn't exactly the same sort of stuff I
> > usually do.  Not a problem, I just need to go over a few things,
> > learn the ins and outs of the system....crap.  Oh well, not like I have
> > anything to do with my evenings for the next few days anyway.  :-)
>
> I'll do my best to make sure you get a due allotment of pampering and
> appreciation once you get here?

I'll hold you to that.  Lots of pampering and attention.

> I'm - actually the word is *impressed to all hell* which is more
> of a phrase really - you really did cause upheaval to get yourself here,
> didn't you?

Um.  Kind of?  But it's all good.  Learning new things, different ways of
getting the job done--if nothing else I get to see you and add to my resume
at the same time.

But you were the motivation.

>  I'm very glad, and flattered, and not a little selfishly happy about it.
> Don't want you to be worked into a crispy fried Oliver before you arrive, though.

I shall do my best to arrive well rested.  :-)

> > Me too.  Can't wait to see your eyes, see you smile.  Kiss you.
>
> I'd say 'me three' but that starts getting weird when the next
> line is all kisses and touches.

LOL!  Kisses and touches are all fine, but yeah.  Let's keep it to us two,
shall we?

> > Yeah.  Extra study time is good.  Look at it this way though--you're not
> > looking for a temporary summer job, right?  You're looking for something
> > permanent--or close to it--and the extra study time will only help.
>
> Yes, that's all true.  Although a pay check before September
> would be a Very Good Thing, and agency payslips would be
> better than nothing when it comes to the house hunting part of
> the equation.  I'm hoping I can stay on at the house, if I pay the
> full rent, just week on week until next year's student's lease starts.
> Give me a couple more weeks of wriggle room.

That would be good.  Wiggle room is always a good plan--I suppose you can't
really even start to look for a new place until you get a job and know where
you'll be.

> > Bike shopping did not occur.  I spent my lunch hour behind a wall of
> > paper, trying to sort out exactly how different this trip is going to
> > be.  On the up side, Janet and I ordered lunch from a new place and
> > found the best Montreal smoked meat in the city, we're sure.
>
> Montreal smoked meat?

Mmmmmmmm yummy.  Smoked meat, sliced really thin, on rye bread with mustard
and cheese. The best stuff comes out of Montreal, thus...Montreal Smoked
Meat.  Oh, and you have to have a big deli dill pickle with it.

> > I'm having their pastrami for supper.  For lo, I have a crappy diet.
>
> Could have been worse - could have been McDonald’s.

True.  But it was still rather silly--pastrami is very close to the smoked
meat in many ways.  I think I'm done with deli for a few days.  Pasta
tonight, 'cause I haven't had pasta in a couple of days....maybe barbequed
chicken for lunch.

I'm hungry.

> Do me a favour?
>
> Get up, stretch, and go for a walk to the most distant water
> cooler in your office building?

:D  Yes, sir.

> Feel better?

Yeah, actually.  Though I was gone for about six minutes.  Miss me?

> And yes, I do feel like a dork lecturing you, but, you need to
> take a break from your desk every now and again - and this would have been
> much more useful yesterday, I'm sure. I'll shut up now.

Be useful today as well, looks like I'll be here until after eight, anyway.

> > We didn't make a big deal out of dating, I never said he was my
> > boyfriend, but we fooled ourselves into thinking we cared about
> > each other.  If I had the same feelings today that I did then?  
> > I'd call it lust and move along.  But I was 17, and lust was pretty powerful.  :P
>
> Doesn't sound like an altogether bad start though - mutual fooling, at
> least.

Yeah, it was all right, at that.  Certainly didn't end badly, just ended.
So that was okay.

> > Wow on coming out to a group of relative strangers.  That's freaking
> > brave How did they react?
>
> I figured it was safer, somehow - like no one was going to feel
> threatened, or go totally nuts, because there were other people there?

That makes sense, really.

> On reflection, I have no idea if it was the right thing to do, but no one
> beat me up or anything, and name calling and stuff you can ignore.

Eh, anytime you come out and don't get shit for it is...well, okay.  Coming
out and getting hugs is better, though.  :P

> > Sebs was first?  He's the guy that said you were too serious, right?
>
> Depending on exactly how you count it, yes, and also yes.

Huh.  And uh?  How does one count sex?

> He was good people, really. Didn't break my heart or anything,
> just - set me straight on a few assumptions, and moved on a while later. I
> still see him around very occasionally - he's still in London, anyway - at least he was.

Well, that's good.  Glad he wasn't a total prick.

> The idea of going sex toy shopping (we're so not past blushing, you know)
> with you - with anyone - is at fault here.

Heeeeeee.  We won't then.  This trip, anyway.  Think I can entertain you
enough without needing toys.

> > Soho it is, I'll let you figure out where.
>
> What sort of place were you thinking of?  [Now would be the time
> to mention that fatal peanut allergy ....]

Always a good thing to know.  Yikes.

Ummm...love pasta, don't like big crowds...like spicy food, don't like a lot
of noise.  Want to talk and eat and be able to hold your hand and not worry
about getting beaten up if I flirt with you.  :D

> > Umm...maybe I can send her a tacky Boston souvenir as a bribe.  :P
>
> Hee - that might even work. She's got an odd sense of humour from what I
> know of her.

Cool, I'll see if I can find something that looks like a bribe.  :P Or at
least an apology.

> > > I'll talk to them tonight - you still want to make it a sort of
> > > weekly phone call?
> >
> > Oh yes.  I want that.
>
> As it works out, there is free phone time after eleven on Tuesdays and
> Thursdays, where Ian's 'Dita has to get to bed early.  (I've never met
> ‘Dita.)  Does that work for you?

Yeah that would be great.  The Thursday over the Tuesday is better for me.
You?

> > > I was a cub scout: always be prepared.
> >
> > Were you really?  Cool.  My father thought they were subversive or
> > something.  :P
>
> Aged 8 to 11. Went camping and everything.

Neat.  Did you learn any good knots?

> > History and health....(God I feel like I should be doing this with page
> > headers and topic outlines.  :P)
>
> I know, I'm sorry, and - this is just awkward, isn't it?  I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry, it's important information.  Gotta know, right?

> > Haven't been with anyone since he left, so that's...Jesus.  A
> > year this Thursday since I threw him out so I haven't actually had sex
> > with anyone since... (Does math)  A year last night.
> >
> > *blink*
> >
> > Whoa.
> >
> > That's....pretty neat.  Weird in the extreme, but neat.
>
> So, phone sex .... ok. Um - It probably shoves me somewhat towards the
> stalker zone, but part of me is grinning quite widely right now. Part of
> me's also finding that hard to believe.

Feel free to grin, it's still making me smile.  :-)  And it's not that hard
to believe.  Peter really fucked with my head, and I just wasn't looking for
anyone.  Don't do casual.  By the time I was ready to find someone...I found
you.

There's the sap for the day.  :P

> > Preferences.
>
> Guh.
>
> Give me a moment.
>
> *ahem*
>
> One week.

:D  :D  You like?  Good.

> > Right.  Stopping now.  Your turn.
>
> Three guys, five if you're counting blow jobs, always used condoms - even
> for blow jobs - except with Kay, after we both tested clean.
> I haven't been tested since, but I've no reason to think that Kay ever
> cheated on me, and there hasn't been anyone since - and I don't suppose we
> should trust that. (Damn that reasonable voice in my head. Now
> I'm wondering if it's possible to get rush test results without paying the
> earth. I've actually never been tested in this country, so no idea how it
> works. Will nip into town between class and climbing soc and grab a copy
> of Gay Times or something.)

Okay.  Um, yeah.  Look into that will you?  I mean, I trust you, but I don't
want us to be stupid.  And if you can't get results back before I get there,
then at least they'll be on the way for the next trip, right?

*Oliver makes note to buy condoms just in case. Oh, and lube too.  Jeeze.*

> Um - no, we're definitely still in blushing territory. I'm a switch - not
> just because of what my partner wants, but, the way I feel what I
> want. I'm not trying to be vague and annoying on purpose. Right now -
> imagining taking you, and having to work hard to keep typing.

Oh...

> Love giving head - in fact have been accused of being orally fixated to
> which I can only plead guilty - and - kissing - eye contact - face to face.
> Um. Yeah.  That help?

God, yes.  I mean, no.  I'm supposed to be working, not thinking about you
fucking me.  But yes.

>  > > Bollocks - Seminar  I Cannot Miss is on Tuesdays 2 to 4.  Um -
> > > will I have time to at least take you to the airport?
> >
> > Probably--might even have time to have a quick meal, flight
> > doesn't leave until 10:00pm.
>
> So, what, check in at 8? Which airport?

Yeah, it's listed at between 7:45 and 8:15.  Heathrow, again.

> > > > If you want to climb on Sunday, that's cool, I'm ready for that.
> > >
> > > Do you want to climb?
> >
> > Wall or rock?  What are my other options?
>
> Wall.
>
> Or me.

You.

> [Which was a really bad line ...]

Don't care.  Want you.

> >You're my guide to London--anything you want to do?
>
> We could always do something moderately dippy and touristy - take the
> riverboat down to Hampton Court Palace or something?  Museums and
> galleries and *stuff* - I don't know. What I want to do is 'stuff with
> Oliver' mainly.

Yeah.  :-)

> When did you last go to the zoo?

God, years!  Yeah!  Can we?

> > Yes, you do.  *Looks sternly at you.*
>
> Yes, Oliver.
>
> I still don't *want* to.

I know.  But work and school first.  Then play.  I promise lots of play.

> > > But it's probably bad.
> >
> > Yep.  You can tell that one is bad because it comes with sound
> > effects--booming voice over, dark clouds, smoke.  Very evil.
>
> Helpful when it does that. My Evil Voice is going for 'rational
> persuasion', which is insidious and effective.

Ohhh nasty, that.

> > Okay, I have another hour of stuff here, then I'm heading home.  How was
> > your day?  Hey, you get your Diss back from Terry tomorrow--drop me a
> > quick note and tell me how that goes?
>
> I'm seeing him this afternoon - I'll be back here again after
> climbing soc, so I'll let you know.

Oh, excellent, you may have seen him already.  I'll look for e-mail.

> What time did you get home in the end?

Almost eleven.  Took a shower and crashed.  It's a good thing I don't have
pets.  :P

> You take care of yourself, yeah? No getting fired and no driving
> yourself to a heart attack either, ok?

Yes, boss.  I'll be good.  ;-)

> [And I'll try not to fret myself into a nervous breakdown - how's that for
> parity?]

God, you're cute.

> > Still miss you,
>
> Wish I could be waiting for you when you got home - cook you
> something, slip into the shower and massage your shoulders, and then carry
> you off to bed ...

Meep.  Back to thinking about you naked again. Good thing my office has a
door.

> Hey: good morning.

*beam*

> *sends you virtual coffee and a bacon buttie*

Ohhhhh!  Thank you!  Yummy.

Hope your day is going well.  Get a ride in, if you can, and let me know
about the diss, yeah?

I've got binders of stuff here to sort through, but Michael and Brett have
taken pity and are sort of talking me through the important parts.  Might be a
working supper tonight, but at least it will be out of the office.

Yours,
Oliver



To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From:  Thomas Moorfield
Sent:  Wednesday, 10:42 pm

Hey Oliver,

> > This is me bestowing sympathy kisses and shoulder rubs.
>
> Yay!  Like you.  Think you can do that again for me?

*Kisses you while rubbing thumb circles over your shoulders and neck.*

Although if you wanted to reciprocate with the shoulder thing, I so wouldn't
complain.  Nearly a month without climbing, and I can feel it - going to be
stiff in the shoulders tomorrow. I'm going to have to think about joining a
gym or something to work on my upper body strength if I'm going to make much
more progress on the climbing.  I know - I'm thinking that should be
something for *after* finals though, right?

> > I'll do my best to make sure you get a due allotment of pampering and
> > appreciation once you get here?
>
> I'll hold you to that.  Lots of pampering and attention.

It's on the list. ;)

> > I'm - actually the word is *impressed to all hell* which is more
> > of a phrase really - you really did cause upheaval to get yourself here
> > didn't you?
>
> Um.  Kind of?  But it's all good.  Learning new things, different ways of
> getting the job done--if nothing else I get to see you and add to my
> resume at the same time.
>
> But you were the motivation.

Believe me, I appreciate the whole thing.  I really do.

> >  I'm very glad, and flattered, and not a little selfishly happy about
> > it. Don't want you to be worked into a crispy fried Oliver before you arrive
> > though.
>
> I shall do my best to arrive well rested.  :-)

Sleep on the plane, or something. ;)

> > > Me too.  Can't wait to see your eyes, see you smile.  Kiss you.
> >
> > I'd say 'me three' but that starts getting weird when the next
> > line is all kisses and touches.
>
> LOL!  Kisses and touches are all fine, but yeah.  Let's keep it to us two,
> shall we?

You, and only you. That sounds good to me.

> > Yes, that's all true - although a pay check before September
> > would be a Very Good Thing, and agency payslips would be
> > better than nothing when it comes to the house hunting part of
> > the equation.  I'm hoping I can stay on at the house, if I pay the
> > full rent, just week on week until next year's student's lease starts.
> > Give me a couple more weeks of wriggle room.
>
> That would be good.  Wiggle room is always a good plan--I suppose you
> can't really even start to look for a new place until you get a job and know
> where you'll be.

Yeah - that, and finding accommodation in London is an utter pig. Trying to
do it without a job is just - it's hunting for the end of the rainbow pretty
much. If I get a job at all reachable from this end of London I am tempted
to ask the landlord if he has any other houses, just to make life easier.

> > Montreal smoked meat?
>
> Mmmmmmmm yummy.  Smoked meat, sliced really thin, on rye bread with
> mustard and cheese. The best stuff comes out of Montreal, thus...Montreal Smoked
> Meat.  Oh, and you have to have a big deli dill pickle with it.

Sounds good - exactly the sort of thing you don’t get in the UK. [Smoked
cheese though - got some to put over chilli and that worked really nice.]

> I think I'm done with deli for a few days.  Pasta tonight, 'cause I haven't
> had pasta in a couple of days....maybe barbequed chicken for lunch.

This where I 'fess up to devouring a burger from the SU for my dinner? And
chocolate for lunch again?  Will do better tomorrow, which has a bit more
breathing space in it.

> > Do me a favour?
> >
> > Get up, stretch, and go for a walk to the most distant water
> > cooler in your office building?
>
> :D  Yes, sir.
>
> > Feel better?
>
> Yeah, actually.  Though I was gone for about six minutes.  Miss me?

Of course.

> > And yes, I do feel like a dork lecturing you, but, you need to
> > take a break from your desk every now and again - and this would have
> > been much more useful yesterday, I'm sure. I'll shut up now.
>
> Be useful today as well, looks like I'll be here until after eight, anyway.

Yuck.  Much pampering due.

> Eh, anytime you come out and don't get shit for it is...well, okay.
> Coming out and getting hugs is better, though.  :P

Well - yeah.

> > > Sebs was first?  He's the guy that said you were too serious, right?
> >
> > Depending on exactly how you count it, yes, and also yes.
>
> Huh.  And uh?  How does one count sex?

Well - does it count if it's just fooling around and hand jobs? And it's a
holiday romance, at that?

> > The idea of going sex toy shopping (we're so not past blushing, you
> > know) with you - with anyone - is at fault here.
>
> Heeeeeee.  We won't then.  This trip, anyway.  Think I can entertain you
> enough without needing toys.

*nods happily*

> Ummm...love pasta, don't like big crowds...like spice food, don't like a
> lot of noise.  Want to talk and eat and be able to hold your hand and not
> worry about getting beaten up if I flirt with you.  :D

That should be doable. ;)

> > > > I'll talk to them tonight - you still want to make it a sort of
> > > > weekly phone call?
> > >
> > > Oh yes.  I want that.
> >
> > As it works out, there is free phone time after eleven on Tuesdays and
> > Thursdays, where Ian's 'Dita has to get to bed early.  (I've never met
> > ‘Dita.)  Does that work for you?
>
> Yeah that would be great.  The Thursday over the Tuesday is better for me.
> You?

Thursday's work. Um - do you want me to ring tomorrow? Or is that being
greedy?

> > > > I was a cub scout: always be prepared.
> > >
> > > Were you really?  Cool.  My father thought they were subversive or
> > > something.  :P
> >
> > Aged 8 to 11. Went camping and everything.
>
> Neat.  Did you learn any good knots?

Got a badge for it. ;)

> Feel free to grin, it's still making me smile.  :-)  And it's not that
> hard to believe.  Peter really fucked with my head, and I just wasn't looking
> for anyone.  Don't do casual.  By the time I was ready to find someone...I
> found you.
>
> There's the sap for the day.  :P

This would be me basking in the sap. You're quite something you know. Really
glad you found me.

> > > Preferences.
> >
> > Guh.
> >
> > Give me a moment.
> >
> > *ahem*
> >
> > One week.
>
> :D  :D  You like?  Good.

You could say that ....

> > Three guys, five if you're counting blow jobs, always used condoms -
> > even for blow jobs - except with Kay, after we both tested clean.
> > I haven't been tested since, but I've no reason to think that Kay ever
> > cheated on me, and there hasn't been anyone since - and I don't suppose
> > we should trust that. (Damn that reasonable voice in my head. Now
> > I'm wondering if it's possible to get rush test results without paying
> > the earth. I've actually never been tested in this country, so no idea how it
> > works. Will nip into town between class and climbing soc and grab a copy
> > of Gay Times or something.)
>
> Okay.  Um, yeah.  Look into that will you?  I mean, I trust you, but I
> don't want us to be stupid.  And if you can't get results back before I get
> there, then at least they'll be on the way for the next trip, right?

Yeah - haven’t had time to go through the small adds yet.  I’ll do that at
home, let you know what I find out tomorrow.

> *Oliver makes note to buy condoms just in case. Oh, and lube too.  Jeeze.*

I guess you don't really want to ask Janet to remind you of that, although -
Boy Scout remember? I can come prepared.

> > Um - no, we're definitely still in blushing territory. I'm a switch -
> > not just because of what my partner wants, but, the way I feel what I
> > want. I'm not trying to be vague and annoying on purpose. Right now -
> > imagining taking you, and having to work hard to keep typing.
>
> Oh...

Oh?

> > Love giving head - in fact have been accused of being orally fixated to
> > which I can only plead guilty - and - kissing - eye contact - face to face.
> > Um. Yeah.  That help?
>
> God, yes.  I mean, no.  I'm supposed to be working, not thinking about you
> fucking me.  But yes.

Um - good.  I think. ;)

> >  > > Bollocks - Seminar  I Cannot Miss is on Tuesdays 2 to 4.  Um -
> > > > will I have time to at least take you to the airport?
> > >
> > > Probably--might even have time to have a quick meal, flight
> > > doesn't leave until 10:00pm.
> >
> > So, what, check in at 8? Which airport?
>
> Yeah, it's listed at between 7:45 and 8:15.  Heathrow, again.

At least that's the right side of London.  We'll figure something out.

> > Wall.
> >
> > Or me.
>
> You.
>
> > [Which was a really bad line ...]
>
> Don't care.  Want you.

You're making me grin again.

> > When did you last go to the zoo?
>
> God, years!  Yeah!  Can we?

'K - that's a plan then. I've never been to London Zoo - we can tourist
together ;)

> > I still don't *want* to.
>
> I know.  But work and school first.  Then play.  I promise lots of play.

Promise? I like this promise.

> > > Okay, I have another hour of stuff here, then I'm heading home.  How
> > > was your day?  Hey, you get your Diss back from Terry tomorrow--drop me a
> > > quick note and tell me how that goes?

I fowled up my stats - although I think in the calculations rather than my
sources, so it's fixable - and there's a bunch of editing work, and he came
up with a couple of counter arguments I need to address - maybe the stats
and the conclusion completely re-worked, and the rest tweaked?  It'll be a
long day tomorrow, but my plan is to come in early and just keep going. The
deadline’s noon on Friday I think.

> > What time did you get home in the end?
>
> Almost eleven.  Took a shower and crashed.  It's a good thing I don't have
> pets.  :P

Yuck.  Much much pampering.

> > You take care of yourself, yeah? No getting fired and no driving
> > yourself to a heart attack either, ok?
>
> Yes, boss.  I'll be good.  ;-)

Thank you. ;)

> > [And I'll try not to fret myself into a nervous breakdown - how's that
> > for parity?]
>
> God, you're cute.

Um - I am?

> > *sends you virtual coffee and a bacon buttie*
>
> Ohhhhh!  Thank you!  Yummy.

You’re welcome.  We have to find a proper Caf for breakfast one day too.

> Hope your day is going well.  Get a ride in, if you can, and let me know
> about the diss, yeah?

I'm knackered after climbing tonight - think I'll just get myself home and
into a shower and to bed.

> I've got binders of stuff here to sort through, but Michael and Brett have
> taken pity and sort of talking me through the important parts.  Might be a
> working supper tonight, but at least it will be out of the office.

That’s of the good. I guess by now you'll be safely home with your non-
existent puppy, and fast asleep - so once again, good morning Oliver, and
hoping it's a good day coming.

G'night from me, though.

Tom
************************
"God-like aliens...man do I hate God-like aliens! I'll trade a critter for a
God-like alien any day!"



To: Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Thursday, 01:04am

Hey you,

Note the time...

> *Kisses you while rubbing thumb circles over your shoulders and neck.*

Thank God.  Need that.

> Although if you wanted to reciprocate with the shoulder thing, I
> so wouldn't complain.  Nearly a month without climbing, and I can feel
> it - going to be stiff in the shoulders tomorrow. I'm going to have to think
> about joining a gym or something to work on my upper body strength if I'm going
> to make much more progress on the climbing.  I know - I'm thinking that
> should be something for *after* finals though, right?

*Kisses you while rubbing thumb circles over your shoulders and neck.*

And yeah.  After exams is a good plan.  :-)  But good that you got a climb
in.  How did it go, aside from convincing you that you need to build your
upper body strength?

> > I'll hold you to that.  Lots of pampering and attention.
>
> It's on the list. ;)

Can we make it most of the list?

God, I should just go to bed.  This e-mail is either going to be long and
whiny or very, very short.

Supper was work.  The quick coffee with dessert was...an hour long discussion
with people who don't have a clue about how long distance relationships are
an easy way out of commitment or a way to ensure getting laid while out of
town.  When I pointed out that having a long distance relationship meant I
wasn't getting laid while I was *in* town, they decided that it had to be a
commitment issue.  When I refused to discuss it further it lapsed into
prying for information about you.

And those were the people who care about me.

Oi, I need sleep.

However.  By the time we went back to the office there was a general
understanding that yes, it can be hard, but yes, Oliver thinks it's worth
it.  BTW...Brett *really* wants to get a good look at you.  :P

> > But you were the motivation.
>
> Believe me, I appreciate the whole thing.  I really do.

:-)  I'll even let you show me how much.

> > LOL!  Kisses and touches are all fine, but yeah.  Let's keep it
> > to us two, shall we?
>
> You, and only you. That sounds good to me.

Oh God, I like the sound of that.  You.  And only you.

> > That would be good.  Wiggle room is always a good plan--I suppose you
> > can't really even start to look for a new place until you get a job and
> > know where you'll be.
>
> Yeah - that, and finding accommodation in London is an utter pig. Trying
> to do it without a job is just - it's hunting for the end of the rainbow pretty
> much. If I get a job at all reachable from this end of London I am tempted
> to ask the landlord if he has any other houses, just to make life easier.

Man.  Let me know if I can help.  I have no idea *how* I would help...but
I'm here.

> > I think I'm done with deli for a few days.  Pasta tonight, 'cause I haven't
> > had pasta in a couple of days....maybe barbequed chicken for lunch.
>
> This where I 'fess up to devouring a burger from the SU for my dinner? And
> chocolate for lunch again?  Will do better tomorrow, which has a bit more
> breathing space in it.

Gah.  We both have to do better.

> > Huh.  And uh?  How does one count sex?
>
> Well - does it count if it's just fooling around and hand jobs? And it's a
> holiday romance, at that?

*ponders*  Hmm.  Yeah, I guess I wouldn't count that.  Not that it really
matters.  :P

> > Yeah that would be great.  The Thursday over the Tuesday is
> > better for me. You?
>
> Thursday's work. Um - do you want me to ring tomorrow? Or is that being
> greedy?

*Grin*  Yeah, I want to talk to you.  Um.  Try my home number though, and if
I don't pick up it's because I'm still at work, trying to get this stuff sorted.  But if I'm there...

If I miss you I'll check the time difference and try to call back.

> > > Aged 8 to 11. Went camping and everything.
> >
> > Neat.  Did you learn any good knots?
>
> Got a badge for it. ;)

Cool.  :-)

> > Feel free to grin, it's still making me smile.  :-)  And it's not that
> > hard to believe.  Peter really fucked with my head, and I just wasn't
> > looking for anyone.  Don't do casual.  By the time I was ready to find
> > someone...I found you.
> >
> > There's the sap for the day.  :P
>
> This would be me basking in the sap. You're quite something you
> know. Really glad you found me.

You're something special too.  And so am I.

Which would be the sap for *today*.  If we're keeping track.

> > :D  :D  You like?  Good.
>
> You could say that ....

Lovely.  :-)

> > Okay.  Um, yeah.  Look into that will you?  I mean, I trust you, but I
> > don't want us to be stupid.  And if you can't get results back before I
> > get there, then at least they'll be on the way for the next trip, right?
>
> Yeah - haven't had time to go through the small adds yet.  I’ll do that at
> home, let you know what I find out tomorrow.

Grand. Thank you.  :-)

> > *Oliver makes note to buy condoms just in case. Oh, and lube
> > too.  Jeeze.*
>
> I guess you don't really want to ask Janet to remind you of that,
> although - Boy Scout remember? I can come prepared.

Thank God one of us doesn't need a Palm Pilot to function.  You can do the
shopping then.  Just in case I forget.

*Oliver laughs himself sick at the thought of forgetting to prepare for sex
with Tom.*  We should have lots if we both come prepared.  :P

> > > Um - no, we're definitely still in blushing territory. I'm a switch -
> > > not just because of what my partner wants, but, the way I feel what I
> > > want. I'm not trying to be vague and annoying on purpose. Right now -
> > > imagining taking you, and having to work hard to keep typing.
> >
> > Oh...
>
> Oh?

Yeah.  The thought of you thinking about taking me...just made me guh and
whimper.

> > God, yes.  I mean, no.  I'm supposed to be working, not thinking
> > about you fucking me.  But yes.
>
> Um - good.  I think. ;)

Very good. :-)  You are very distracting.

> > Yeah, it's listed at between 7:45 and 8:15.  Heathrow, again.
>
> At least that's the right side of London.  We'll figure something out.

Oh good.  Want to see you for as long as I can.

> > > When did you last go to the zoo?
> >
> > God, years!  Yeah!  Can we?
>
> 'K - that's a plan then. I've never been to London Zoo - we can tourist
> together ;)

Yay!  That'll be so cool.  Oh...I don't like the reptile houses--snakes
creep me out.  :P

> > I know.  But work and school first.  Then play.  I promise lots of play.
>
> Promise? I like this promise.

Promise.  You're going to need a vacation when I leave.

> I fowled up my stats - although I think in the calculations rather than my
> sources, so it's fixable - and there's a bunch of editing work,
> and he came up with a couple of counter arguments I need to address -
> maybe the stats and the conclusion completely re-worked, and the rest
> tweaked?  It'll be a long day tomorrow, but my plan is to come in early
> and just keep going. The deadline’s noon on Friday I think.

Sucks about the stats, but good that it's on the calculations.  Hard day,
huh? Promise me you'll eat right and get a little exercise?  I worry.

> > > [And I'll try not to fret myself into a nervous breakdown - how's that
> > > for parity?]
> >
> > God, you're cute.
>
> Um - I am?

Yes.  I want to nibble your jaw.

> You’re welcome.  We have to find a proper Caf for breakfast one day too.

Oh yeah.  Food.  Yum.  We can do that.  :-)  Hey, maybe Sunday, if we get
out of bed early enough.

> > Hope your day is going well.  Get a ride in, if you can, and let me know
> > about the diss, yeah?
>
> I'm knackered after climbing tonight - think I'll just get myself home and
> into a shower and to bed.

Wish I could tuck you in.

> > I've got binders of stuff here to sort through, but Michael and
> > Brett have taken pity and sort of talking me through the important
> > parts. Might be a working supper tonight, but at least it will be out of the
> > office.
>
> That's of the good. I guess by now you'll be safely home with your non-
> existent puppy, and fast asleep - so once again, good morning Oliver, and
> hoping it's a good day coming.

Um.  Tom?  Sweet?  You sent this at like five something my time.  You are
*beat*.  Go to bed, get some sleep.  :P

Work hard on the diss and get outside a bit.  I'll be thinking of you, and
hopefully I’ll hear from you tonight.  The other tonight.  The one that'll
happen after I sleep and go back to work.

'm tired.

Good night, Tom.
Sweet dreams.

Oliver



To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Thursday, 9:34am

> Hey you,
>
> Note the time...

You'd only just got home?  You need to take care of yourself.

> > *Kisses you while rubbing thumb circles over your shoulders and neck.*
>
> Thank God.  Need that.

Wish I could do it for real.

> > Although if you wanted to reciprocate with the shoulder thing, I
> > so wouldn't complain.

> *Kisses you while rubbing thumb circles over your shoulders and neck.*

Mmmmm.

> And yeah.  After exams is a good plan.  :-)  But good that you got a climb
> in.  How did it go, aside from convincing you that you need to build your
> upper body strength?

It was fun - good to see everyone again, and good to be climbing, even if we
did decide we're going to have to have a group session on kit and etiquette
before we can take the beginners out into the actual world.

> > > I'll hold you to that.  Lots of pampering and attention.
> >
> > It's on the list. ;)
>
> Can we make it most of the list?

The List:

1] Spend time with Oliver
2] Pamper and pleasure Oliver
3] other stuff.

That work?

> God, I should just go to bed.  This e-mail is either going to be long and
> whiny or very, very short.

I'm not entirely selfless enough to mean it but: what were you doing
emailing me at 1 in the morning?! You should have gone to sleep. I'm kind of
glad you didn't, but - don't want to be responsible for you feeling any
worse than you really have to.

> Supper was work.  The quick coffee with dessert was...an hour long
> discussion with people who don't have a clue about how long distance
> relationships are an easy way out of commitment or a way to ensure getting
> laid while out of town.  When I pointed out that having a long distance
> relationship meant I wasn't getting laid while I was *in* town, they decided
> that it had to be a commitment issue.  When I refused to discuss it further it lapsed into
> prying for information about you.

Sounds like fun. Not.

> And those were the people who care about me.

I can see why they'd want to try and figure out if you were doing the right
thing.

> However.  By the time we went back to the office there was a general
> understanding that yes, it can be hard, but yes, Oliver thinks it's worth
> it.

I'm - glad. Really glad. That you think that, not that it's hard, obviously.

>BTW...Brett *really* wants to get a good look at you.  :P

Brett?

> > > But you were the motivation.
> >
> > Believe me, I appreciate the whole thing.  I really do.
>
> :-)  I'll even let you show me how much.

2.5] Show appreciation, depth of.

> > Thursday's work. Um - do you want me to ring tomorrow? Or is that being
> > greedy?
>
> *Grin*  Yeah, I want to talk to you.  Um.  Try my home number though, and
> if I don't pick up it's because I'm still at work, trying to get this stuff
> sorted.  But if I'm there...

I'll phone - and I'll remember that if you're at work you're meant to be
working and not ring you there.

> If I miss you I'll check the time difference and try to call back.

I don't have morning classes on a Friday, just for the record.

> Yeah.  The thought of you thinking about taking me...just made me guh and
> whimper.

The thought of doing it is - very distracting also.

> > > > When did you last go to the zoo?
> > >
> > > God, years!  Yeah!  Can we?
> >
> > 'K - that's a plan then. I've never been to London Zoo - we can tourist
> > together ;)
>
> Yay!  That'll be so cool.  Oh...I don't like the reptile houses--snakes
> creep me out.  :P

OK - we'll skip that then. ;)

> Sucks about the stats, but good that it's on the calculations.  Hard day,
> huh? Promise me you'll eat right and get a little exercise?  I worry.

This is me chuckling because you sound like my mother. Except: you too,
yeah?  Don't want to imagine you working yourself to death. And yes, I had a
proper breakfast - with fruit in it even - and I made sandwiches for lunch.
I might even take a break to polish my halo....

> Yes.  I want to nibble your jaw.

Mmmmm

> > You’re welcome.  We have to find a proper Caf for breakfast one day
> > too.
>
> Oh yeah.  Food.  Yum.  We can do that.  :-)  Hey, maybe Sunday, if we get
> out of bed early enough.

Ahh - this is a civilized city: all day breakfasts. ;)

> > I'm knackered after climbing tonight - think I'll just get myself home
> > and into a shower and to bed.
>
> Wish I could tuck you in.

Really? Because I can think of other things if you were here. By which I
mean largely curling up and sleeping with you, as well as the obvious.

> > That's of the good. I guess by now you'll be safely home with your non-
> > existent puppy, and fast asleep - so once again, good morning Oliver,
> > and hoping it's a good day coming.
>
> Um.  Tom?  Sweet?  You sent this at like five something my time.  You are
> *beat*.  Go to bed, get some sleep.  :P

This is me blushing and being an idiot - I think I was counting forwards
instead of back. I guess my brain really had cleared off without me - Toad
came back from his holidays with poteen - we'll blame that, right?

> Work hard on the diss and get outside a bit.  I'll be thinking of you, and
> hopefully I’ll hear from you tonight.  The other tonight.  The one that'll
> happen after I sleep and go back to work.

*This* one should get there for your morning - and hopefully we'll talk
tonight - and if I'm honest I suspect you're going to get spammed with lots
of little mails all day today because anything would be better than this
editing job, and anything related to you would be a *lot* better.   [That's
not technically sap, is it?]

Hope you're getting on top of the work avalanche.

Tom
************************
"God-like aliens...man do I hate God-like aliens! I'll trade a critter for a
God-like alien any day!"



To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Thursday, 10:03am

Oh - I forgot to say, didn’t I? About the testing.

The standard thing takes weeks, but there's a nice happy-making splash-page
ad saying that some clinics in central London - NHS clinics at that - can get
the results in an hour. Of course it doesn't say *which* clinics, but, I'll
scurry over to the student health centre when they open, and see if either
they know, or if they can find out or give me phone numbers or whatever, and
if I can go on Saturday, or if I need to skip class on Monday, and do *not*
go all honourable about me skipping that lecture, because this is me, taking
a choice, in pursuit of something I want - as per the pep rally, remember?

In other news: I loath and detest statistics software.

Right: back to it.

T
************************
"God-like aliens...man do I hate God-like aliens! I'll trade a critter for a
God-like alien any day!"



To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Thursday, 10:43am

An idea occurred: do you think your hotel room might have a video player?  

I'm working. Really!

T
************************
"God-like aliens...man do I hate God-like aliens! I'll trade a critter for a
God-like alien any day!"



To: Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Thursday, 10:31am

Hey you,

> > Note the time...
>
> You'd only just got home?  You need to take care of yourself.

Yeah, it was bad.  But I slept in, came in a little late.  Should be able to
flee at a reasonable time tonight.

> > > *Kisses you while rubbing thumb circles over your shoulders and neck.*
> >
> > Thank God.  Need that.
>
> Wish I could do it for real.

Five days.

> > > > I'll hold you to that.  Lots of pampering and attention.
> > >
> > > It's on the list. ;)
> >
> > Can we make it most of the list?
>
> The List:
>
> 1] Spend time with Oliver
> 2] Pamper and pleasure Oliver
> 3] other stuff.
>
> That work?

Oh yeah.  That works just fine.  :-)

> > God, I should just go to bed.  This e-mail is either going to
> > be long and whiny or very, very short.
>
> I'm not entirely selfless enough to mean it but: what were you doing
> emailing me at 1 in the morning?! You should have gone to sleep.
> I'm kind of glad you didn't, but - don't want to be responsible for you
> feeling any worse than you really have to.

Yeah, yeah.  :P  Trust me, I was right where I wanted to be.  Well, no.  I
wanted to be in bed, curled up against you, but I'll take what I can get.

> > Supper was work.  The quick coffee with dessert was...an hour long
> > discussion with people who don't have a clue about how long distance
> > relationships are an easy way out of commitment or a way to ensure getting laid
> > while out of town.  When I pointed out that having a long distance
> > relationship meant I wasn't getting laid while I was *in* town, they
> > decided that it had to be a commitment issue.  When I refused to discuss it further it
> > lapsed into prying for information about you.
>
> Sounds like fun. Not.

Yeah.  Sometimes people...I don't know.  I like having friends, I like being
able to like the people I work with.  Sometimes I just want to tell them all
to leave me alone, though.  Get themselves out of my business.

> > However.  By the time we went back to the office there was a general
> > understanding that yes, it can be hard, but yes, Oliver thinks
> > it's worth it.
>
> I'm - glad. Really glad. That you think that, not that it's hard, obviously.

Totally worth it.

> >BTW...Brett *really* wants to get a good look at you.  :P
>
> Brett?

Yeah the guy who was in London with me last time.  He wants to see what’s so
special to drag me back across the ocean so soon.  And often. :P

> > > > But you were the motivation.
> > >
> > > Believe me, I appreciate the whole thing.  I really do.
> >
> > :-)  I'll even let you show me how much.
>
> 2.5] Show appreciation, depth of.

I am so liking this list.

> > > Thursday's work. Um - do you want me to ring tomorrow? Or is
> > > that being greedy?
> >
> > *Grin*  Yeah, I want to talk to you.  Um.  Try my home number
> > though, and if I don't pick up it's because I'm still at work, trying to
> > get this stuff sorted.  But if I'm there...
>
> I'll phone - and I'll remember that if you're at work you're meant to be
> working and not ring you there.

Leave a message if I miss you, yeah?  Please?

> > If I miss you I'll check the time difference and try to call back.
>
> I don't have morning classes on a Friday, just for the record.

Oh, good to know.  :D

> > Yeah.  The thought of you thinking about taking me...just made
> > me guh and whimper.
>
> The thought of doing it is - very distracting also.

*Oliver zones out for a moment.*  Back to work.  You.  Me.  Work now.

> > Sucks about the stats, but good that it's on the calculations.
> > Hard day, huh? Promise me you'll eat right and get a little exercise?  I
> > worry.
>
> This is me chuckling because you sound like my mother. Except: you too,
> yeah?  Don't want to imagine you working yourself to death. And
> yes, I had a proper breakfast - with fruit in it even - and I made
> sandwiches for lunch. I might even take a break to polish my halo....

Yay!  Good for you.   I had...well, I'm not going to tell you.  But I
promise to have something healthy for lunch.  Maybe even veggies.

> > Oh yeah.  Food.  Yum.  We can do that.  :-)  Hey, maybe Sunday,
> > if we get out of bed early enough.
>
> Ahh - this is a civilized city: all day breakfasts. ;)

Good.  I think we may have trouble getting out of bed early.  :P

> > > I'm knackered after climbing tonight - think I'll just get myself home
> > > and into a shower and to bed.
> >
> > Wish I could tuck you in.
>
> Really? Because I can think of other things if you were here. By which I
> mean largely curling up and sleeping with you, as well as the obvious.

That sounds wonderful.  But I've slept now and am really interested in the
obvious stuff at the moment.  Ahem.

> > > That's of the good. I guess by now you'll be safely home with your non-
> > > existent puppy, and fast asleep - so once again, good morning Oliver,
> > > and hoping it's a good day coming.
> >
> > Um.  Tom?  Sweet?  You sent this at like five something my
> > time.  You are *beat*.  Go to bed, get some sleep.  :P
>
> This is me blushing and being an idiot - I think I was counting forwards
> instead of back. I guess my brain really had cleared off without me - Toad
> came back from his holidays with poteen - we'll blame that, right?

It is always safe to blame Toad.  :-)

How's your diss coming?  Going to make it on time?

> *This* one should get there for your morning - and hopefully we'll talk
> tonight - and if I'm honest I suspect you're going to get spammed
> with lots of little mails all day today because anything would be better
> than this editing job, and anything related to you would be a *lot* better.
> [That's not technically sap, is it?]

Oh good.  I love random Tom mail.  :D  And no, not technically sap. Work on
that.  LOL

> Hope you're getting on top of the work avalanche.

The pile is diminishing, yeah.  Looks like I might actually make it home to
talk to you.  :-)

I'll be looking for random mail.

Have a good day, Tom.

Miss you,

Oliver



To: Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Thursday, 10:37am

> Oh - I forgot to say, didn’t I? About the testing.
>
> The standard thing takes weeks, but there's a nice happy-making
> splash-page ad saying that some clinics in central London - NHS clinics at
> that - can get the results in an hour.

Wow.

> Of course it doesn't say *which* clinics, but, I'll scurry over to the student
> health centre when they open, and see if either they know, or if they can
> find out or give me phone numbers or whatever, and if I can go on Saturday,
> or if I need to skip class on Monday, and do *not* go all honourable about
> me skipping that lecture, because this is me, taking a choice, in pursuit of
> something I want - as per the pep rally, remember?

Umm.  Okay.  I'll not say a word.

Do you know if it's going to be expensive?  'Cause it's my sex life too, and
if it is, I want to help.

> In other news: I loath and detest statistics software.

Oh oh.  *Oliver pets Tom in *very* nice ways.*

It'll be over soon.  I promise.

Oliver



To: Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Thursday, 10:39am

> An idea occurred: do you think your hotel room might have a video
> player?  

Probably.  What do you want to watch?

> I'm working. Really!

Uh huh.  Me too.  Can't you tell?

*Oliver pets again*

Oliver



To:  Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [ rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent:  Thursday 12: 04pm

Lunch is quiche. With spinach.

I find myself wanting to say silly romantic things to you...to woo you.  I
want to pamper you and make you feel like you're the centre of the world.
Want you to feel special.

Plus?  Want to see you naked and do things to you that are still illegal in
many states.

Oliver.



To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Thursday, 6:31pm

Hey,

You are now talking to someone who's managed to make statistics his little
eager minions.

*phew*

Just the proofreading stuff still to do - I may actually get home to ring
you at this rate.

> Yeah, was bad.  But I slept in, came in a little late.  Should be able to
> flee at a reasonable time tonight.

I hope so.

> > I'm not entirely selfless enough to mean it but: what were you doing
> > emailing me at 1 in the morning?! You should have gone to sleep.
> > I'm kind of glad you didn't, but - don't want to be responsible for you
> > feeling any worse than you really have to.
>
> Yeah, yeah.  :P  Trust me, I was right where I wanted to be.  Well, no.  I
> wanted to be in bed, curled up against you, but I'll take what I can get.

God, I wish I could hug you sometimes.

> Yeah.  Sometimes people...I don't know.  I like having friends, I like
> being able to like the people I work with.  Sometimes I just want to tell them
> all to leave me alone, though.  Get themselves out of my business.

Hey - they're just looking out for you, right?  And possibly indulging their
prurient curiosity, but lets go with the nice interpretation? Becka kept
reminding me today [we had lunch in the quad: real food and fresh air in
one] that - that's I've hardly met you yet, and not to get too involved, too
serious. Um - and that's when I've been trying not to let on to her quite
how involved I really am ...   I keep reminding myself that she just doesn't
want me to get hurt,  and she doesn't know you to make the decision to,
well, trust you, I guess.

> > >BTW...Brett *really* wants to get a good look at you.  :P
> >
> > Brett?
>
> Yeah the guy who was in London with me last time.  He wants to see what's
> to special to drag me back across the ocean so soon.  And often. :P

Yeah?  Um - thinking about point a above - that makes sense.

> > 2.5] Show appreciation, depth of.
>
> I am so liking this list.

It's not bad, is it?

> Leave a message if I miss you, yeah?  Please?

Of course.

> > This is me chuckling because you sound like my mother. Except: you too,
> > yeah?  Don't want to imagine you working yourself to death. And
> > yes, I had a proper breakfast - with fruit in it even - and I made
> > sandwiches for lunch. I might even take a break to polish my halo....
>
> Yay!  Good for you.   I had...well, I'm not going to tell you.  But I
> promise to have something healthy for lunch.  Maybe even veggies.

I think quiche probably counts. ;)  Although possibly not if breakfast was
doughnuts or something. ;p

> > This is me blushing and being an idiot - I think I was counting forwards
> > instead of back. I guess my brain really had cleared off without me -
> > Toad came back from his holidays with poteen - we'll blame that, right?
>
> It is always safe to blame Toad.  :-)

Well, when you don’t know him? It's a safe bet. ;)

> How's your diss coming?  Going to make it on time?

Like I said, just the proofreading stuff to go. And then the printer room
gods to appease ....

Which I'm going to go and tackle, because I *really* want to be able to go
home and ring you later with a clear conscience.

Glad you're not entirely drowning with the new bits of job.  Do you get the
schadenfreude of passing the buck on some of the old bits?

Miss you

T
************************
"God-like aliens...man do I hate God-like aliens! I'll trade a critter for a
God-like alien any day!"



To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Thursday, 6:46pm

> > An idea occurred: do you think your hotel room might have a video
> > player?
>
> Probably.  What do you want to watch?

Thought I could lend you a pile of stand up comedy videos for the times when
I'm not there to stalk you in person and you're out of work, maybe.

> *Oliver pets again*

This is me purring - inside, where the other people can't hear me.

T
************************
"God-like aliens...man do I hate God-like aliens! I'll trade a critter for a
God-like alien any day!"



To:  Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Thursday, 3:45pm

Hey you,

> You are now talking to someone who's managed to make statistics his little
> eager minions.
>
> *phew*

Yay!!  Knew you could do it.  Congratulations.

Sending you kisses.

> Just the proofreading stuff still to do - I may actually get home to ring
> you at this rate.

Excellent.  I should be out of here by seven, barring a disaster.  Which
will make it late, your time--midnight.  If I'm late, leave me a message if
I should call you back or not.

> God, I wish I could hug you sometimes.

You and me both.  Want to...well, want to celebrate the diss with you, fall
into your arms when I get home late from work.

> > Yeah.  Sometimes people...I don't know.  I like having friends, I like
> > being able to like the people I work with.  Sometimes I just want to
> > tell them all to leave me alone, though.  Get themselves out of my business.
>
> Hey - they're just looking out for you, right?  And possibly indulging their
> prurient curiosity, but lets go with the nice interpretation? Becka kept
> reminding me today [we had lunch in the quad: real food and fresh air in
> one] that - that's I've hardly met you yet, and not to get too involved, too
> serious. Um - and that's when I've been trying not to let on to her quite
> how involved I really am ...   I keep reminding myself that she
> just doesn't want me to get hurt,  and she doesn't know you to make the
> decision to, well, trust you, I guess.

Yeah, I know.  It's nice that people care, and worry--but sometimes it gets
hard, making them see what I'm feeling.  And not wanting to show how much
I'm feeling, 'cause that will make them worry more.

> > > >BTW...Brett *really* wants to get a good look at you.  :P
> > >
> > > Brett?
> >
> > Yeah the guy who was in London with me last time.  He wants to
> > see what’s so special to drag me back across the ocean so soon.  And
> > often. :P
>
> Yeah?  Um - thinking about point a above - that makes sense.

Yeah.  But mostly I think he wants to tease me.  :P  He's alright, just
thinks it's all about sex.  :P

> > Yay!  Good for you.   I had...well, I'm not going to tell you.  But I
> > promise to have something healthy for lunch.  Maybe even veggies.
>
> I think quiche probably counts. ;)  Although possibly not if breakfast was
> doughnuts or something. ;p

*blush*  Breakfast was two cups of coffee and a granola bar.  With chocolate
chips.

> > > This is me blushing and being an idiot - I think I was
> > > counting forwards instead of back. I guess my brain really had cleared
> > > off without me - Toad came back from his holidays with poteen - we'll
> > > blame that, right?
> >
> > It is always safe to blame Toad.  :-)
>
> Well, when you don’t know him? It's a safe bet. ;)

LOL!  Poor guy.  Gets blamed for everything.

> > How's your diss coming?  Going to make it on time?
>
> Like I said, just the proofreading stuff to go. And then the printer room
> gods to appease ....
>
> Which I'm going to go and tackle, because I *really* want to be able to go
> home and ring you later with a clear conscience.

Back to work you go, then.  :-)

> Glad you're not entirely drowning with the new bits of job.  Do
> you get the schadenfreude of passing the buck on some of the old bits?

Sort of.  If nothing else I'm more flexible now and go just about anywhere
they want to send me.  *Has thoughts of New Zealand and how nice it will be
to know this much stuff--all the better for applying to the position.*

> Miss you.

Miss you, too.  Talk tonight.

Oliver



To:  Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Thursday, 3:47pm

> > > An idea occurred: do you think your hotel room might have a video
> > > player?
> >
> > Probably.  What do you want to watch?
>
> Thought I could lend you a pile of stand up comedy videos for the
> times when I'm not there to stalk you in person and you're out of work,
> maybe.

Oh, good plan.  And maybe something scary for when we're there together.
All the better to cling to you with.

> > *Oliver pets again*
>
> This is me purring - inside, where the other people can't hear me.

*Oliver strokes harder*

Oliver



To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Thursday, 10.18 pm.

It is in the printer queue.

I am so very, very, very tired of that document.

But it's done, and I did it, and Terry reckons it's a decent piece of work,
so: tired yay.

Going to reply to this while it prints, and then head off home, cook myself
something appropriately decadent and easy, and ring you later.

> Sending you kisses.

Mmmmm. I think I'm going to like collecting them in person. ;)

> Excellent.  I should be out of here by seven, barring a disaster.  Which
> will make it late, your time--midnight.  If I'm late, leave me a message
> if I should call you back or not.

I will do - if I miss you I'll tell the others not to panic if the phone
rings in the early hours.

> > God I wish I could hug you sometimes.
>
> You and me both.  Want to...well, want to celebrate the diss with you,
> fall into your arms when I get home late from work.

Oh yeah. Somehow email hugs aren't as good. [Not that I'm complaining,
mind.]

> Yeah, I know.  It's nice that people care, and worry--but sometimes it
> gets hard, making them see what I'm feeling.  And not wanting to show how much
> I'm feeling, 'cause that will make them worry more.

Ah - so you're getting the 'you met the guy once, for twenty minutes!' type
stuff too?

> *blush*  Breakfast was two cups of coffee and a granola bar.  With
> chocolate chips.

So long as it wasn't a deep fried granola bar, we'll let it count.

> > Glad you're not entirely drowning with the new bits of job.  Do
> > you get the schadenfreude of passing the buck on some of the old bits?
>
> Sort of.  If nothing else I'm more flexible now and go just about anywhere
> they want to send me.  *Has thoughts of New Zealand and how nice it will
> be to know this much stuff--all the better for applying to the position.*

That is a very cool benefit to the huge piles of work.  [Notice me nobly
rising about the urge to pick you up on 'flexible?’]  Extra shiny points for
your CV is a good thing, with a carrot like NZ in your future. I imagine
that if the London office thing happens, all this work will put you more or
less as the most obvious candidate too.

It's still printing the kid in front of me's stuff.

Still.

I think he's printing out the whole internet

Sap for the day: you know that you said you wanted to make me feel special?
You do. You - Oliver you're rearranging your whole life to give this ... to
give us a fighting chance to happen. I guess it ought to be scary. Well,
scarier. But - it's also incredibly good and I'm grinning like an idiot, and
if I can make you half as happy as you make me ....

I really wish I was better at putting stuff into words sometimes.

I really wish you were here.

I also wish this damn first year would cancel this print job so I can go
home and ring you and ...sorry.  Although I'm sure I was never quite as
inept at this guy - he's looking at the printout like he's never seen it
before, and it just keeps coming and coming....

Um - videos - yeah? Cool - I shall set about educating you in the ways of
the stand up, then, and I'll rent something scary - the original Ring or ...
actually, no, don't want nightmares. Silly teen slasher stuff?  What kind of
scary movies give you the shivers?   I remember getting really freaked out
by Pet Cemetery. Blair Witch didn't really get me though.

Oh thank God. One dissertation: now printing.

Ohh - I have an appointment: 9.40 Monday morning: I don't even have the
schlep into central London either. And Oliver? I appreciate the offer, but
National Health Service - means it's free, at  least at the point of use.
I'll get my results that afternoon. I figure, that's soon enough, so no
point pushing for the 1 hour thing.  I'll even be back here for the second
half of the lecture unless the clinic keeps me waiting.

Aaaannnd - it's done, so I'm off home - and hopefully you are soon, and then
there can be phone calls.

I'm  really looking forward to talking to you again, hearing your voice.
Not so nervous this time.

Speak soon

Tom
************************
"God-like aliens...man do I hate God-like aliens! I'll trade a critter for a
God-like alien any day!"



To:  Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Thursday 6:55pm

Shit, looks like I'm going to miss you.  :-(  Hoping you'll tell me I can
call later.

I'm sorry.  Should be out of here in half an hour or so.

> It is in the printer queue.
>
> I am so very, very, very tired of that document.

I bet.  But!  It's done!  *pets gropes kisses*

> But it's done, and I did it, and Terry reckons it's a decent
> piece of work, so: tired yay.

Yay!  (More kisses)

> Going to reply to this while it prints, and then head off home,
> cook myself something appropriately decadent and easy, and ring you later.

*grope*

Yeah. Sorrier than you know that I'm not going to be there.

> > Sending you kisses.
>
> Mmmmm. I think I'm going to like collecting them in person ;)

Oh yeah.  It'll be wonderful.  :D

> > Excellent.  I should be out of here by seven, barring a disaster.  Which
> > will make it late, your time--midnight.  If I'm late, leave me a message
> > if I should call you back or not.

Disaster strikes.  Shit.

> I will do - if I miss you I'll tell the others not to panic if the phone
> rings in the early hours.

Here's hoping that's the case.

> > > God I wish I could hug you sometimes.
> >
> > You and me both.  Want to...well, want to celebrate the diss with you,
> > fall into your arms when I get home late from work.
>
> Oh yeah. Somehow email hugs aren't as good. [Not that I'm complaining,
> mind.]

Real is better though, yeah?  Five days.

> > Yeah, I know.  It's nice that people care, and worry--but sometimes it
> > gets hard, making them see what I'm feeling.  And not wanting to
> > show how much I'm feeling, 'cause that will make them worry more.
>
> Ah - so you're getting the 'you met the guy once, for twenty minutes!' type
> stuff too?

Yeah.  I try to explain, but...

> > > Glad you're not entirely drowning with the new bits of job.  Do
> > > you get the schadenfreude of passing the buck on some of the
> > > old bits?
> >
> > Sort of.  If nothing else I'm more flexible now and go just
> > about anywhere they want to send me.  *Has thoughts of New Zealand and
> > how nice it will be to know this much stuff--all the better for applying to the
> > position.*
>
> That is a very cool benefit to the huge piles of work.  [Notice me nobly
> rising about the urge to pick you up on 'flexible?’]

Gonna bend me over, Tom?

> Extra shiny points for your CV is a good thing, with a carrot like NZ in your
> future. I imagine that if the London office thing happens, all this work will put
> you more or less as the most obvious candidate too.

Yep.  And don't think *that* slipped my mind.  Stick around and watch Oliver
schmooz.

> It's still printing the kid in front of me's stuff.
>
> Still.
>
> I think he's printing out the whole internet

*pets*

> Sap for the day: you know that you said you wanted to make me
> feel special? You do. You - Oliver you're rearranging your whole life to
> give this ... to give us a fighting chance to happen. I guess it ought to be scary. Well,
> scarier. But - it's also incredibly good and I'm grinning like an
> idiot, and if I can make you half as happy as you make me ....

You do.  Make me happy, I mean.  And this is where I want to get all poetic
and sweep you off your feet, but I can't find the words.  Sometimes the
words that feel right are...too much?  Too intense?

But you do.  You make me happy.  And I'm glad I have something to rearrange
so we can have a decent chance at being together.

> I really wish I was better at putting stuff into words sometimes.

I wish I were, as well.

> I really wish you were here.

I will be, Tom.  Very soon.

> I also wish this damn first year would cancel this print job so I can go
> home and ring you and ...sorry.  Although I'm sure I was never quite as
> inept at this guy - he's looking at the printout like he's never seen it
> before, and it just keeps coming and coming....

*snerk*

> Um - videos - yeah? Cool - I shall set about educating you in the ways of
> the stand up, then, and I'll rent something scary - the original
> Ring or ... actually, no, don't want nightmares. Silly teen slasher stuff?
> What kind of scary movies give you the shivers?   I remember getting
> really freaked out by Pet Cemetery. Blair Witch didn't really get me though.

Ohhhhhh yeah, Pet Cemetery was scary, but honestly?  I don't like slasher
movies much--something with plot, tension...haunted housed or psychological
killers.  Hmm.  Something with 'jump' potential.

Or we could ignore the tapes and make love a few times.

> Oh thank God. One dissertation: now printing.

*cheers*

> Ohh - I have an appointment: 9.40 Monday morning: I don't even have the
> schlep into central London either. And Oliver? I appreciate the offer, but
> National Health Service - means it's free, at  least at the point of use.
> I'll get my results that afternoon. I figure, that's soon enough, so no
> point pushing for the 1 hour thing.  I'll even be back here for the second
> half of the lecture unless the clinic keeps me waiting.

Oh, wow.  I mean, great!  :D

> Aaaannnd - it's done, so I'm off home - and hopefully you are
> soon, and then there can be phone calls.

Well, there would be.

I'm really sorry.  I'll make it up to you.  Swear.

> I'm  really looking forward to talking to you again, hearing your voice.
> Not so nervous this time.

Me neither.  Damn it all.  Well, hope to talk to you anyway, even for just a
few moments.

Goodnight, Tom.

Oliver



***Phone message.***
Thursday 11.20pm, London

Hey Oliver - it's Tom. Bugger. I guess something came up at work, huh? Um
... ok - plan B - I've got the phone in my room plugged in, I'll let the
other two know to unplug their extensions, and - ring me? Whenever you get
in - just - I want to hear your voice, Oliver, and - ok, now its crossed my
mind, I also want to know you're not dead in a car accident or something.
Doesn't matter how late it is. I'll be up for a good while anyway.

I - I miss you.

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