To: Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Thursday, 10:55pm
Hey sleepy you,
Sorry I woke you. Hope the others slept through it.
Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you're woken up? I
swear,
between the accent and the sleep babble I almost needed a
translator. ;-)
Sorry we couldn't talk longer--but it was nice to hear your voice.
Glad the parcel got there and the cookies were mostly intact. Try
to keep
them from Mike and Ian, yeah?
And do you really like the photos? I thought they were sort
of...silly,
myself.
I got all the catching up done I needed to do, so tomorrow should be
calm at
work, just regular stuff. I may even have time to hit the gym.
Although...looking around this place I really should spend the evening
tidying up. How does it get messy when I'm not here?
There's piles of
stuff all over.
Um, if I didn't mention it before? Thank you for today. It
could have been
a hard day, but your e-mails and talking to you....made it wonderful.
Hope you sleep well the rest of the night, and I'll talk to you
tomorrow.
Miss you.
Oliver
***Week Six***
To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Friday, 11:55pm
> Hey sleepy you,
>
> Sorry I woke you.
I'm not.
Thank you for phoning - you know I dreamed about you, after. Don't
really
remember what, just - kind of fuzzy and silly and I think we were
mock-fighting about who got to walk the penguin. Don't ask where the
penguin came from.
> Hope the others slept through it.
If we'd woken them up, we'd have heard about it, so I think we're safe.
> Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you're woken
up? I swear,
> between the accent and the sleep babble I almost needed a
translator. ;-)
Sorry I was so out of it. And - adorable? I don't know. ‘Moody
assed son of
a bitch' I've heard before ....
Um - you weren’t expecting me to make sense at any point before the
first cup
of coffee were you? I mean, next week? (Five days!)
> Sorry we couldn't talk longer--but it was nice to hear your voice.
Likewise. Very likewise.
> Glad the parcel got there and the cookies were mostly
intact. Try to keep
> them from Mike and Ian, yeah?
Guess what I'm having for lunch?
> And do you really like the photos? I thought they were sort
of...silly,
> myself.
Not silly - and they're you, so of course I like them. And I believe
that
you pout, too. Although, I have to ask: are you going to tell me the
stories
behind them? The climbing one - you just look so stoked - and the
pose-y
one? Oliver as model sex star? Do I want to know what kind of scenario
leads
to you getting photographed like that?
> Um, if I didn't mention it before? Thank you for
today. It could have
> been a hard day, but your e-mails and talking to you....made it
wonderful.
True confessions time? It just took me a minute to realise what
you meant.
I'm - I'm glad I managed to give you something better to think about
than
bad memories, though.
I really suck with dates and stuff: I mean, I can *remember* when my
Mother’s birthday is, but matching that up with 'and the 17th is
tomorrow'
gives me problems. I guess the same thing goes for anniversaries and
such.
Doesn't mean I don't care though. Sorry.
Related thought: when is your birthday?
> > But it's done, and I did it, and Terry reckons it's a decent
> > piece of work, so: tired yay.
>
> Yay! *more kisses*
Mmmmm. Definitely looking forward to collecting. ;)
> > > 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.
You probably said, but I don't think my brain was awake - what happened?
> > Ah - so you're getting the 'you met the guy once, for twenty
minutes!' type
> > stuff too?
>
> Yeah. I try to explain, but...
You know the good thing? I get it.
> > 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?
Oh yes.
> > 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'm all out of words here. I'm beyond glad.
> > I really wish you were here.
>
> I will be, Tom. Very soon.
Five days.
> > 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 print out like he's
never seen
> > it before, and it just keeps coming and coming....
>
> *snerk*
Oh - hush! ;P
> 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.
I'll add it to the list.
> Or we could ignore the tapes and make love a few times.
That too.
(I could point out that I was asking in order to keep you entertained
when I
had to be here ...)
> > 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.
Don't beat yourself up, ok - there was still phone call. There was good
happy making, if slightly sleep fuzzy Oliver phone call. I'm just sorry
I
wasn't more together.
OK: I have to go and do some reading for this lit seminar, and then
endure
said lit seminar, and then go into town, because against all the odds,
Mike
and Ian have kept the kitchen basically habitable, which means I need to
think of something to cook and cook it. Never let it be said that
bribery is
not effective.
Hope that today goes a bit better than the rest of the
week. Thank
Crunchy and all that. ;)
I miss you. It's totally stupid of me, but I do.
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: Friday, 12:06pm
Hey Tom,
> > Sorry I woke you.
>
> I'm not.
I suppose I'm not either. :P
> Thank you for phoning - you know I dreamed about you, after. Don't
really
> remember what, just - kind of fuzzy and silly and I think we were
> mock-fighting about who got to walk the penguin. Don't ask where
the
> penguin came from.
Penguin. Interesting. You either like tuxes or you have a
thing for small
birds who waddle. Were we arguing about who *got* to walk the
penguin, or
who *had* to? And what happens if one doesn't walk a
penguin? Will it get
rambunctious and ruin the furniture?
> > Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you're woken
up?
> > I swear, between the accent and the sleep babble I
almost needed a
> > translator. ;-)
>
> Sorry I was so out of it. And - adorable? I don't know.
‘Moody
> assed son of a bitch' I've heard before ....
Heh. No, you were adorable. I especially liked the bit when
you told me
that it was actually quite early and you'd been awake. Then you asked
me to
turn on the light.
:D
> Um - you weren’t expecting me to make sense at any point before
> the first cup of coffee were you? I mean, next week? (Five days!)
Noted. (Wheeeee!) I'll make sure we get coffee into you
ASAP. Maybe there
will be a kettle in our room--that's very popular here.
> > Glad the parcel got there and the cookies were mostly intact.
> > Try to keep them from Mike and Ian, yeah?
>
> Guess what I'm having for lunch?
Please tell me you're eating real food too? So, what did you
think? Yum?
> > And do you really like the photos? I thought they were
sort of...silly,
> > myself.
>
> Not silly - and they're you, so of course I like them. And I
believe that
> you pout too. Although, I have to ask: are you going to tell me
> the stories behind them? The climbing one - you just look so
stoked - and
> the pose-y one? Oliver as model sex star? Do I want to know what
kind of
> scenario leads to you getting photographed like that?
The climbing one is pretty much typical me after a climb--I can't even
remember that particular day, though I know Kerry was there--he took the
picture. I just get all wound up and have to work really hard at
being calm
on the way down...closer to bottom the jumpier I get, so when I get the
lines off I sort of bounce. :P
The other one--on the couch? Brett took that one night when we
were
in...Santa Fe? New Orleans? I don't remember now.
We'd done a visit to
the hotel bar and had a few too many. He started telling me about
his
latest girlfriend, I was lamenting my lack of boyfriend, we talked
about sex
in general terms for a bit. Drank more and went back to his room
so I could
get my laptop and pick up some notes. He was teasing me about how
he figured
I'd be a real sex kitten when I finally got around to getting laid
(like I
was just not having sex 'cause it wasn't on my to do list) and I threw
myself on the couch and started hamming. Didn't know he had a
camera until
it was too late. Silly me. That picture did a quick tour of
our
office--just this section, about ten people--and got photocopied about a
thousand times. They papered my office with it. :D
> > Um, if I didn't mention it before? Thank you for
today. It could have
> > been a hard day, but your e-mails and talking to you....made
it
> > wonderful.
>
> True confessions time? It just took me a minute to realise
what
> you meant. I'm - I'm glad I managed to give you something better
to think
> about than bad memories, though.
>
> I really suck with dates and stuff: I mean, I can *remember* when
my
> mother’s birthday is, but matching that up with 'and the 17th is
tomorrow'
> gives me problems. I guess the same thing goes for anniversaries
and such.
> Doesn't mean I don't care though. Sorry.
Don't be sorry--doesn't matter that it wasn't on purpose. I just
wanted you
to know that it was a good day--because of you being you.
> Related thought: when is your birthday?
September 27. You?
> > > But it's done, and I did it, and Terry reckons it's a
decent
> > > piece of work, so: tired yay.
> >
> > Yay! *more kisses*
>
> Mmmmm. Definitely looking forward to collecting. ;)
Looking forward to giving. A lot, and many.
> > Disaster strikes. Shit.
>
> You probably said, but I don't think my brain was awake - what
happened?
Typical office type snafu. Was going through the last pile of
files and
discovered they went from page 942, 943, 944 to 1120, 1121, etc.
Took an
hour to track down the missing files and a while to read them.
> > > Ah - so you're getting the 'you met the guy once, for
twenty minutes!'
> > > type stuff too?
> >
> > Yeah. I try to explain, but...
>
> You know the good thing? I get it.
You're right. That's a good thing, and the only thing that really
matters.
> > Gonna bend me over, Tom?
>
> Oh yes.
Guh.
> > 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'm all out of words here. I'm beyond glad.
Yeah.
> > > I really wish you were here.
> >
> > I will be, Tom. Very soon.
>
> Five days.
Five. That's all.
> > 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.
>
> I'll add it to the list.
>
> > Or we could ignore the tapes and make love a few times.
>
> That too.
>
> (I could point out that I was asking in order to keep you
> entertained when I had to be here ...)
I'll be busy pouting then.
> OK: I have to go and do some reading for this lit seminar, and
> then endure said lit seminar, and then go into town, because
against all
> the odds, Mike and Ian have kept the kitchen basically habitable,
which means
> I need to think of something to cook and cook it. Never let it be
said that
> bribery is not effective.
Ohhh lucky them! /me ponders what I can do to earn a bribe.
> Hope that today goes a bit better than the rest of the
week. Thank
> Crunchy and all that ;)
Should do. :-) Be out of here by five today, then a quick run to
the gym.
Meeting some friends for a late dinner tonight--last minute plans, Jess
called this morning--and then home. Tomorrow is cleaning and
making sure I
have clean suits for London.
London! Next week!
*ahem*
:D
> I miss you. It's totally stupid of me, but I do.
Not stupid, or at least, you're not alone.
I miss you, too, Tom. I want to hold you.
Oliver.
To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Saturday, 1:26pm
Good morning ;)
Why yes, I am feeling perky. Far, far, far perkier than I have any
right to
be, in fact.
Clearly risotto in advance cures hangovers, or something.
Um - yes, dragged Becka round the shops with me, assembled ingredients
for
risotto, salad and a trifle, and took her home for dinner too.
Mike went out
and found a couple of bottles of half decent wine, and Ian rented us the
Matrix and the new-ish Bond film, and that wasn't a bad evening at
all. The
rest of the Amaretto from the trifle went on the Bond drinking game,
which
was probably a waste, but who cares? Promised them the same deal
in a
fortnight if the kitchen's still decent. Ian whined that that was
two weeks
cleaning for one meal, so I added a batch of Baileys ice cream to the
bait. I
don’t think he knew that I could do that - the look on his face was
priceless. Becka, of course, threw herself to her knees begging to be
allowed to come over and taste test for me. Very silly. Do you
fall under
the spell of the magic words Baileys and ice cream? It seems to be a
powerful combination.
> > Thank you for phoning - you know I dreamed about you, after.
Don't really
> > remember what, just - kind of fuzzy and silly and I think we
were
> > mock-fighting about who got to walk the penguin. Don't
ask where the
> > penguin came from.
>
> Penguin. Interesting. You either like tuxes or you
have a thing for
> small birds who waddle. Were we arguing about who *got* to
walk the penguin, or
> who *had* to? And what happens if one doesn't walk a
penguin? Will it
> get rambunctious and ruin the furniture?
Maybe it's my spirit animal? Maybe it was going to lead us to the buried
treasure? I have the weirdest image of a penguin in our bathroom
now ...
> > > Do you have any idea how adorable you are when you're
woken up?
> > > I swear, between the accent and the sleep babble I
almost needed a
> > > translator. ;-)
> >
> > Sorry I was so out of it. And - adorable? I don't know.
‘Moody
> > assed son of a bitch' I've heard before ....
>
> Heh. No, you were adorable. I especially liked the bit
when you told me
> that it was actually quite early and you'd been awake. Then you
asked me
> to turn on the light.
Oh God - I did that? I have no memory of that at all ...
> > Guess what I'm having for lunch?
>
> Please tell me you're eating real food, too? So, what did
you think?
> Yum?
I had peanut butter cookies au natural for lunch - and they *are* tasty,
although they're not knocking jaffa cakes off my top ranking biscuit
list.
Very yummy though. In my defence, your honour, dinner did
come with lots
of salad with roasted peppers and everything!
> The climbing one is pretty much typical me after a climb--I can't
even
> remember that particular day, though I know Kerry was there--he
took the
> picture. I just get all wound up and have to work really
hard at being
> calm on the way down...closer to bottom the jumpier I get, so when
I get the
> lines off I sort of bounce. :P
This is something I want to see for real. Fingers crossed for some
successful climbs in the Brecons.
> Didn't know he had a camera until it was too late. Silly
me. That picture
> did a quick tour of our office--just this section, about ten
people--and got
> photocopied about a thousand times. They papered my office
with it. :D
Hee - that would be something - you look like you're having fun - and
yeah
it's silly and hammy, but - at the same time - not pure cheese.
I'm not at
all sure I'd be able to concentrate with an office covered in pictures
of
you. ;P
> > Related thought: when is your birthday?
>
> September 27. You?
December 2nd.
> > > Disaster strikes. Shit.
> >
> > You probably said, but I don't think my brain was awake -
what happened?
>
> Typical office type snafu. Was going through the last pile
of files and
> discovered they went from page 942, 943, 944 to 1120, 1121,
etc. Took an
> hour to track down the missing files and a while to read them.
Bummer.
> > > Gonna bend me over, Tom?
> >
> > Oh yes.
>
> Guh.
Going to kiss you and slick you and touch you, and wrap your legs over
my
shoulders and take you.
(And not going to delete that line even though part of me really wants
to.)
> > > Or we could ignore the tapes and make love a few times.
> >
> > That too.
> >
> > (I could point out that I was asking in order to keep you
> > entertained when I had to be here ...)
>
> I'll be busy pouting then.
And I can imagine that so much better now. Although you're not meant to
be
joining forces with the Bad Voice, are you?
> /me ponders what I can do to earn a bribe.
What would you like to be bribed with, Oliver?
> Should do. :-) Be out of here by five today, then a quick
run to the
> gym. Meeting some friends for a late dinner tonight--last minute
plans, Jess
> called this morning--and then home.
Fun was had?
> London! Next week!
This is me grinning like a mad thing and trying hard not to actually
bounce.
Four days!
> I miss you, too, Tom. I want to hold you.
Me too.
Suddenly four days seems a whole lot longer than it did about thirty
seconds
ago.
This is me changing the subject.
So, when are you going to go bike shopping? If you actually spend
your
whole weekend doing housework you're going to go nuts. My prescription
is:
go buy a bike. The first site on that list I sent you is like a
Which?
guide thing (Do you have Which? in the US? It's sort of independent
consumer advice type thing) and the glossary thing
(http://mountainbike.about.com/cs/mtb101/) should help with the
translation. Listen to what the guys in the shop have to say, but
you
probably don't need something that'll take you half way across the
Andes if
you're mostly going to be on the road and in the park - and you know
this
stuff. You can always change the cranksets and stuff; just make sure
it's a
good light frame. And that you get a decent helmet.
I'm giving myself the day off - I've got prep to do for that
presentation on
Tuesday, but I'm saving it for this evening. It's a glorious day,
and I
fancy a good long ride. It's unseasonably warm - I've dug my shorts out
already. ;)
If I come back this way, I'll - hell. I will come back this way and
check
email late afternoon / evening time.
Hope you're having a good Saturday, and happy bike hunting.
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: Saturday, 11:32am
> Good morning ;)
Good morning, Tom. :-) (Yeah, I know. Afternoon.
Don't care, just got
up. :P )
> Why yes, I am feeling perky. Far, far, far perkier than I have any
right to
> be, in fact.
>
> Clearly risotto in advance cures hangovers, or something.
Heee! Had a good night then? Good for you, you needed to
unwind.
> Um - yes, dragged Becka round the shops with me, assembled
ingredients for
> risotto, salad and a trifle, and took her home for dinner too.
> Mike went out and found a couple of bottle of half decent wine,
and Ian
> rented us the Matrix and the new-ish Bond film, and that wasn't a
bad evening
> at all.
Excellent! Sounds like a lot of fun. :D
> Do you fall under the spell of the magic words Baileys and ice
cream? It
> seems to be a powerful combination.
Bailey's and ice cream equals blow jobs and shower sex. Just
sayin'.
> > Penguin. Interesting. You either like tuxes or
you have a thing for
> > small birds who waddle. Were we arguing about who *got*
to walk the
> > penguin, or who *had* to? And what happens if one
doesn't walk a
> > penguin? Will it get rambunctious and ruin the
furniture?
>
> Maybe it's my spirit animal? Maybe it was going to lead us to the
buried
> treasure? I have the weirdest image of a penguin in our
bathroom now ...
LOL! I dunno--you don't really seem like the kind of guy who
would have a
penguin for a spirit animal. And are you saying there's buried
treasure in
your bathroom? ;-)
> > Heh. No, you were adorable. I especially liked
the bit when
> > you told me that it was actually quite early and you'd been
awake. Then
> > you asked me to turn on the light.
>
> Oh God - I did that? I have no memory of that at all ...
Like I said, adorable. :P
> > > Guess what I'm having for lunch?
> >
> > Please tell me you're eating real food, too? So, what
did you think?
> > Yum?
>
> I had peanut butter cookies au natural for lunch - and they *are*
tasty,
> although they're not knocking jaffa cakes off my top ranking
biscuit list.
> Very yummy though. In my defence, your honour, dinner
did come with lots
> of salad with roasted peppers and everything!
..........I think you will have to move to New Zealand as my personal
chef
and caretaker.
> > The climbing one is pretty much typical me after a climb--I
can't even
> > remember that particular day, though I know Kerry was
there--he took the
> > picture. I just get all wound up and have to work
really hard at being
> > calm on the way down...closer to bottom the jumpier I get, so
when I get
> > the lines off I sort of bounce. :P
>
> This is something I want to see for real. Fingers crossed for some
> successful climbs in the Brecons.
:D You just want to see me bouncy and full of adrenaline.
But yes. I'm
sure it will be good.
> > Didn't know he had a camera until it was too
late. Silly me. That
> > picture did a quick tour of our office--just this section,
about ten
> > people--and got photocopied about a thousand times.
They papered
> > my office with it. :D
>
> Hee - that would be something - you look like you're having fun -
and yeah
> it's silly and hammy, but - at the same time - not pure cheese.
> I'm not at all sure I'd be able to concentrate with an office
covered in
> pictures of you. ;P
It *was* fun. :-)
Not pure cheese? Please. I'm practically playing with my
cock through my
trousers, all posed and weird on the couch wearing my best suit.
Trust me,
cheesy. :P
And my office didn't stay papered long. :P The photo did make a
reappearance at the office Christmas party, slightly altered. /me
runs and
hides.
> > > Related thought: when is your birthday?
> >
> > September 27. You?
>
> December 2nd..
*Oliver makes note in Palm Pilot and real calendar*--we both know how
often I
leave the Palm somewhere. 'm a dork.
> > > > Gonna bend me over, Tom?
> > >
> > > Oh yes.
> >
> > Guh.
>
> Going to kiss you and slick you and touch you, and wrap your legs
over my
> shoulders and take you.
>
> (And not going to delete that line even though part of me really
wants to.)
Sweet Christ.
*whimper* Yes, please.
Good Lord, Tom. That...wow. You make my head swim.
Good thing I'm
home--would have to lock my office door if I were at work.
> > I'll be busy pouting then.
>
> And I can imagine that so much better now. Although you're not
meant to be
> joining forces with the Bad Voice, are you?
*innocent look*
> > /me ponders what I can do to earn a bribe.
>
> What would you like to be bribed with, Oliver?
Leather trousers.
> > Should do. :-) Be out of here by five today, then a
quick run to the
> > gym. Meeting some friends for a late dinner tonight--last
minute plans,
> > Jess called this morning--and then home.
>
> Fun was had?
Fun was had. Seven people at supper--nothing like being the
seventh
wheel--but it was nice. We talked, drank at least one bottle of
Shiraz too
many, and got caught up on jobs and stuff. Told them about you in
a general
"Yeah, I'm seeing someone; no, he doesn't live here; yes, I know
what I'm
doing" sort of way. That went over pretty well--this is the group
of
friends I have in common with Peter, so they're a little iffy on the
distance thing. But, as you and I have already said, we're the
only two who
factor into that decision.
Went to a small club after supper and watched some swing quartet, which
was
pretty neat. Jess and Kim danced together and looked great.
Kerry tried to
convince me to give it a go with him, but I just couldn't see it--we
both
lead and it would have been ugly. Danced with Jess for a bit--I
think she
looked better with Kim, to tell the truth. More wine was
had, and some
dessert type stuff, then we all wandered around for a bit. Got
him about
one or so.
> > London! Next week!
>
> This is me grinning like a mad thing and trying hard not to
> actually bounce. Four days!
:D:D:D:D
I know!
> > I miss you, too, Tom. I want to hold you.
>
> Me too.
>
> Suddenly four days seems a whole lot longer than it did about
> thirty seconds ago.
Yeah. But it's almost half way through Saturday, so really it's
only three
and a half. Right? Work with me here.
> This is me changing the subject.
Or we could talk about something else.
> So, when are you going to go bike shopping? If you actually
spend your
> whole weekend doing housework you're going to go nuts. My
> prescription is: go buy a bike.
What? Without researching it for several months? Have you
gone mad?
> The first site on that list I sent you is like a
Which?
> guide thing (Do you have Which? in the US? It's sort of independent
> consumer advice type thing) and the glossary thing
Um, we have the Consumer Report. Same thing, probably.
> (http://mountainbike.about.com/cs/mtb101/) should help with the
> translation. Listen to what the guys in the shop have to say, but
you
> probably don't need something that'll take you half way across
> the Andes if you're mostly going to be on the road and in the park
- and
> you know this stuff. You can always change the cranksets and
stuff: just make
> sure it's a good light frame. And that you get a decent helmet.
You really think I should just go out this afternoon and buy a
bike? I
have....laundry and stuff. I have to dust my TV. My spices
need
alphabetizing.
God, I really need to get out of here.
So, bike shopping, you say?
> I'm giving myself the day off - I've got prep to do for that
> presentation on Tuesday, but I'm saving it for this evening - it's
a
> glorious day, and I fancy a good long ride. It's unseasonably warm
-
> I've dug my shorts out already. ;)
Mmmmmmmmmm shorts.
Right. You're going for a ride, I'm going to buy a bike.
Wonder if bikes are take on baggage?
Nah.
> If I come back this way, I'll - hell. I will come back this way
and check
> email late afternoon / evening time.
Okay, so I have....about two hours to research and buy a bike and report
back if I'm going to surprise you.
Eep? Maybe I'll tell you about it tomorrow.
Does my soon to be bike need a name? I always named my
cars. Well, my car
and my dad's car. And my computers. But everyone does that.
> Hope you're having a good Saturday, and happy bike hunting.
Right. Okay. Coffee, shower, bike shopping.
Have a good day, Tom. You deserve a day off. Talk to you
later on.
Oliver
To: Thomas Moorfield
From: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Saturday, 2:19pm
Bought a bike. Going out.
:D
Wheeeeeeeeeee!
Oliver
From: Thomas Moorfield
To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Saturday, 7:39pm
> Bought a bike. Going out.
>
>:D
>
> Wheeeeeeeeeee!
You are just - cute.
And really quite wonderful.
Tell me bike stories tomorrow?
Going to go read your other email now. ;)
Tom
************************
"God-like aliens...man do I hate God-like aliens! I'll trade a critter
for a
God-like alien any day!"
From: Thomas Moorfield
To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
Sent: Saturday, 7:39pm
> Good morning, Tom. :-) (Yeah, I know. Afternoon.
Don't care, just got
> up. :P )
I'm grinning at the sheer bounciness of you. [Evening you. ;P]
> > Um - yes, dragged Becka round the shops with me, assembled
ingredients
> > for risotto, salad and a trifle, and took her home for dinner
too,
> > Mike went out and found a couple of bottle of half decent
wine, and Ian
> > rented us the Matrix and the new-ish Bond film, and that
wasn't a bad evening
> > at all.
>
> Excellent! Sounds like a lot of fun. :D
It was - I needed a night off, and - Mike and Ian can be good company
sometimes.
> > Do you fall under the spell of the magic words Baileys and
ice cream? It
> > seems to be a powerful combination.
>
> Bailey's and ice cream equals blow jobs and shower sex. Just
sayin'.
a] I have to bribe you to get shower sex and blow jobs? *lip
trembling
pout*
b] The chances of there being a freezer in your hotel room are, what?
> > > Penguin. Interesting. You either like tuxes
or you have a thing for
> > > small birds who waddle. Were we arguing about who
*got* to walk the
> > > penguin, or who *had* to? And what happens if one
doesn't walk a
> > > penguin? Will it get rambunctious and ruin the
furniture?
> >
> > Maybe it's my spirit animal? Maybe it was going to lead us to
the buried
> > treasure? I have the weirdest image of a penguin in our
bathroom now...
>
> LOL! I dunno--you don't really seem like the kind of guy who
would have a
> penguin for a spirit animal. And are you saying there's
buried treasure
> in your bathroom? ;-)
My subconscious seems to think so: maybe it's telling me I need to have
you
in a tux in the shower?
> > I had peanut butter cookies au natural for lunch - and they
*are* tasty,
> > although they're not knocking jaffa cakes off my top ranking
biscuit
> > list. Very yummy though. In my defence, your
honour, dinner did come with
> > lots of salad with roasted peppers and everything!
>
> ..........I think you will have to move to New Zealand as my
personal chef
> and caretaker.
Deal ;)
>:D You just want to see me bouncy and full of
adrenaline. But yes. I'm
> sure it will be good.
Yes? Like that would be a *bad* thing ....
> Not pure cheese? Please. I'm practically playing with
my cock through my
> trousers, all posed and weird on the couch wearing my best
suit. Trust
> me, cheesy. :P
Mmmmm. Cheesy, but not pure cheese, because there's a good dash of sexy
in
there, see.
> And my office didn't stay papered long. :P The photo did
make a
> reappearance at the office Christmas party, slightly
altered. /me runs
> and hides.
Altered? Oliver? Will Janet send me a copy if I email her and ask
nicely?
> > > I'll be busy pouting then.
> >
> > And I can imagine that so much better now. Although you're
not meant to
> > be joining forces with the Bad Voice, are you?
>
> *innocent look*
Your halo's slipped a bit .... I think it might be getting caught on
the horns.
> > > /me ponders what I can do to earn a bribe.
> >
> > What would you like to be bribed with, Oliver?
>
> Leather trousers.
Baileys Ice cream is easier to get the ingredients for ....
> Fun was had. Seven people at supper--nothing like being the
seventh
> wheel--but it was nice. We talked, drank at least one bottle
of Shiraz
> too many, and got caught up on jobs and stuff. Told them
about you in a
> general "Yeah, I'm seeing someone; no, he doesn't live here;
yes, I know what I'm
> doing" sort of way. That went over pretty well--this is the
group of
> friends I have in common with Peter, so they're a little iffy on
the
> distance thing. But, as you and I have already said, we're
the only two
> who factor into that decision.
That's - that's a good thing. And: I'm not Peter - I'm not going
to do
anything that fucking stupid and nasty, Oliver.
> More wine was had, and some dessert type stuff, then we all
wandered
> around for a bit. Got him about one or so.
Got him? I'd tease about being jealous, but in light of the above
- not
going to.
> > > I miss you, too, Tom. I want to hold you.
> >
> > Me too.
> >
> > Suddenly four days seems a whole lot longer than it did about
> > thirty seconds ago.
>
> Yeah. But it's almost half way through Saturday, so really
it's only
> three and a half. Right? Work with me here.
Yup - almost at the point where I can respectably start counting in
hours,
in fact.
> > This is me changing the subject.
>
> Or we could talk about something else.
;P
> > So, when are you going to go bike shopping? If you
actually spend your
> > whole weekend doing housework you're going to go nuts. My
> > prescription is: go buy a bike.
>
> What? Without researching it for several months? Have
you gone mad?
Mr. Flibble says you must buy a bike, or he will be very, very cross.
> You really think I should just go out this afternoon and buy a
bike? I
> have....laundry and stuff. I have to dust my TV. My
spices need
> alphabetizing.
This is me raising an eyebrow, and pointedly holding the door of your
apartment open ...
> > I'm giving myself the day off - I've got prep to do for that
> > presentation on Tuesday, but I'm saving it for this evening -
it's a
> > glorious day, and I fancy a good long ride. It's unseasonably
warm -
> > I've dug my shorts out already. ;)
>
> Mmmmmmmmmm shorts.
Mmmmmm ride. Got onto the London Loop paths near Kingston for a whole
chunk,
and - you could almost forget this was London sometimes. There's
*farmland*
within cycling distance! It's a piss easy ride - mostly flat and
surfaced -
but, it was good just to go and go and go, you know? And I didn't miss
my
old bike too much - I think taking the beast totally off track would
really
point up how badly it compares.
> Okay, so I have....about two hours to research and buy a bike and
report
> back if I'm going to surprise you.
That worked. ;)
> Eep? Maybe I'll tell you about it tomorrow.
Tomorrow I need the details - what did you get and where did you go,
and did
you have fun; all that stuff.
> Does my soon to be bike need a name? I always named my
cars. Well, my
> car and my dad's car. And my computers. But everyone
does that.
Um - not having either a car or a computer, I don't. At least,
I've been
referring to the new bike as 'the beast' but I'm not sure it
counts. You
going to tell me their names? And what did you christen the bike and is
it a
guy or a girl?
Right. I really need to head home and hit the shower, and then, oh joy
oh
rapture, I have homework to do.
Big steaming piles of the stuff.
Meanwhile you are, hopefully, having a fantastic afternoon out riding,
and
are going to come home and tell me tales of your adventures,
right? (Bet
you sleep like a log after riding all afternoon.)
~~~~~subliminal suggestion~~~~~~~tell me tales of your
adventures~~~~~~~subliminal suggestion
You're going to be here *this week* - I can't wait.
Take care of yourself, Oliver.
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: Saturday 7:54pm
Hey you,
> I'm grinning at the sheer bounciness of you. [Evening you. ;P ]
Heeeee! I'm more exhausted than bouncy now. :D
> > > Do you fall under the spell of the magic words Baileys
and
> > > ice cream? It seems to be a powerful combination.
> >
> > Bailey's and ice cream equals blow jobs and shower sex.
Just sayin'.
>
> a] I have to bribe you to get shower sex and blow jobs? *lip
trembling
> pout*
No. You will get shower sex and blow jobs anyway. ;-)
> b] The chances of there being a freezer in your hotel room are,
what?
I have no idea. We may have to do a little shopping for treats.
> > LOL! I dunno--you don't really seem like the kind of
guy who
> > would have a penguin for a spirit animal. And are you
saying there's
> > buried treasure in your bathroom? ;-)
>
> My subconscious seems to think so: maybe it's telling me I need
> to have you in a tux in the shower?
Oh, wet silk! But really, sounds like more trouble than it's
worth--nothing
like trying to get wet clothes off. :P
> >:D You just want to see me bouncy and full of
adrenaline. But
> > yes. I'm sure it will be good.
>
> Yes? Like that would be a *bad* thing ....
Heeee! I'm sure I'll be bouncing by the time you get to the hotel.
> > Not pure cheese? Please. I'm practically playing
with my cock
> > through my trousers, all posed and weird on the couch wearing
my best
> > suit. Trust me, cheesy. :P
>
> Mmmmm. Cheesy, but not pure cheese, because there's a good dash of
sexy in
> there, see.
*blush* Sexy? Okay.
> > And my office didn't stay papered long. :P The photo
did make a
> > reappearance at the office Christmas party, slightly
altered. /me runs
> > and hides.
>
> Altered? Oliver? Will Janet send me a copy if I email her
and ask nicely?
She might. But I'll not tell you her e-mail address. :-)
> > *innocent look*
>
> Your halo's slipped a bit .... I think it might be getting caught
on the
> horns.
*Adjusts halo and files horns down*
> > > > /me ponders what I can do to earn a bribe.
> > >
> > > What would you like to be bribed with, Oliver?
> >
> > Leather trousers.
>
> Baileys ice cream is easier to get the ingredients for ....
*pout*
So what do I have to do to get this wonderful ice cream?
> > Fun was had. Seven people at supper--nothing like being
the seventh
> > wheel--but it was nice. We talked, drank at least one
bottle of Shiraz
> > too many, and got caught up on jobs and stuff. Told
them about you in a
> > general "Yeah, I'm seeing someone; no, he doesn't live here;
yes, I
> > know what I'm doing" sort of way. That went over pretty
well--this is
> > the group of friends I have in common with Peter, so they're
a little iffy on the
> > distance thing. But, as you and I have already said,
we're the only two
> > who factor into that decision.
>
> That's - that's a good thing. And: I'm not Peter - I'm not
going to do
> anything that fucking stupid and nasty, Oliver.
I know that. I do.
Trust you, Tom.
> > More wine was had, and some dessert type stuff, then we
all wandered
> > around for a bit. Got him about one or so.
>
> Got him? I'd tease about being jealous, but in light of the
above - not
> going to.
I should not send e-mail without proofing it. :P You're the only
him I
want to get.
> > > So, when are you going to go bike shopping? If you
actually
> > > spend your whole weekend doing housework you're going to
go nuts. My
> > > prescription is: go buy a bike.
> >
> > What? Without researching it for several months?
Have you gone mad?
>
> Mr. Flibble says you must buy a bike, or he will be very, very
cross.
Heeeeeeee! *bounce* Got a bike! Wheeee!
> > You really think I should just go out this afternoon and buy
a bike? I
> > have....laundry and stuff. I have to dust my TV.
My spices need
> > alphabetizing.
>
> This is me raising an eyebrow, and pointedly holding the door of
your
> apartment open ...
Yeah, yeah. I went. I spent money. I got a shiny
thing. :D
> Mmmmmm ride. Got onto the London Loop paths near Kingston for a
> whole chunk, and - you could almost forget this was London
sometimes.
> There's *farmland* within cycling distance! It's a piss easy ride
- mostly flat
> and surfaced - but, it was good just to go and go and go, you
know? And I
> didn't miss my old bike too much - I think taking the beast
totally off track
> would really point up how badly it compares.
Sounds wonderful. I took it pretty easy--stuck to road and
groomed paths,
all city stuff--just want to figure out the gears and hills,
yeah? I
haven't ridden seriously in years. I'm going to go back on Monday
and get
some minor adjustments made--the brakes are a little sticky, in that
they
grab really suddenly. I know I can take care of that myself but I
don't
have the time right now to learn the ins and outs of it.
Got a nice shiny new bike. :D
Went in and saw this....red, beautiful bike. Light as a feather,
looked
like a piece of art. $3500. I didn't get it. ;-)
Got an Iguana, from Giant. Nice and light, had most of the things
that link
said I should look for, and was reasonably affordable.
So I went out for a couple of hours, and honestly, the first half hour
was
just me trying to remember everything I know about riding. You
would have
laughed at me. :-) But soon enough I was just going, sort of
feeling...I
don't remember hills being this easy. Had a ball, and didn't come
home
until my thighs told me I was utterly and totally done.
That's when I remembered I live on the fourth floor. :P Good
thing the
bike is light, hate to carry something with a steel frame up all those
floors.
People on bikes are really friendly. Every time I met someone
going the
opposite way I got a smile and a wave, and if I passed anyone there were
shouted hellos. Is there some subculture here I should know
about? It's
pretty cool though. One lady whistled--and yeah, it was for the
bike. She
said it was pretty. :-)
> > Does my soon to be bike need a name? I always named my
cars. Well, my
> > car and my dad's car. And my computers. But
everyone does that.
>
> Um - not having either a car or a computer, I don't. At
least, I've been
> referring to the new bike as 'the beast' but I'm not sure it
counts. You
> going to tell me their names? And what did you christen the bike
> and is it a guy or a girl?
My car is Oscar, which only makes total sense if you grew up watching
Sesame
Street. Oscar is a green monster who lives in a garbage can--he's
a grouch,
and that's my car. Grouchy, loud, and depending on how many times
I've been
through the drive thru, a garbage can.
My dad's car was Benny, though I don't remember why.
My laptop is Susan, because when I booted her up the first time the
preinstalled software said, "Hello, Oliver," in this sexy girl voice.
Scared the crap out of me. Plus, Susan just sounded right.
My computer in my office is Boris. He's a tank, ancient and
clunking and
never ever going to die.
The bike has yet to tell me its name. :D
> Right. I really need to head home and hit the shower, and then, oh
joy oh
> rapture, I have homework to do.
>
> Big steaming piles of the stuff.
*pet pet*
> Meanwhile you are, hopefully, having a fantastic afternoon out
riding, and
> are going to come home and tell me tales of your adventures,
right? (Bet
> you sleep like a log after riding all afternoon.)
Oh yeah. Bed very soon, and tomorrow is ride in the morning,
chores in the
afternoon, and then I'm going to curl up with a book.
> You're going to be here *this week* - I can't wait.
Be there in three days, plus a few hours.
I'm....yeah. This is going to be good.
> Take care of yourself, Oliver.
Of course.
Miss you, Tom.
See you soon, and I expect I'll hear from you tomorrow.
Your
Oliver
To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Sunday 6:54pm
Hey you,
Today I have mostly been wrestling with election statistics and cursing
the
fact that it's raining. I was hoping to get in another long ride
this
morning, but - no go. Still: I got some work done, and then made
a dash
down here for climbing, which went pretty well. I've told Pete and
Cassie
that I'll be skipping both of next weeks meets, and they're fine with
that.
They've re-done the walls again - it was kind of fun. I only went for
some
of the easier climbs this time - and my shoulder's still feeling it -
got to
do something about that - but variety is the spice of life and all
that. Toad
came a cropper *again*. I tell you, if he wasn't such a nice guy
.... I'm
actually a bit worried about taking him out on real rock – don’t want to
watch him hurt himself, you know?
> > a] I have to bribe you to get shower sex and blow jobs?
*lip trembling
> > pout*
>
> No. You will get shower sex and blow jobs anyway. ;-)
Mmmmm. I'll hold you to that. I'll just hold you, in fact. This
time in
three days - sooner, in fact.
> > My subconscious seems to think so: maybe it's telling me I
need
> > to have you in a tux in the shower?
>
> Oh wet silk! But really, sounds like more trouble than it's
> worth--nothing like trying to get wet clothes off. :P
Thus speaks the voice of experience? Maybe you in a tux, comma,
and you in
the shower?
> > >:D You just want to see me bouncy and full of
adrenaline. But
> > > yes. I'm sure it will be good.
> >
> > Yes? Like that would be a *bad* thing ....
>
> Heeee! I'm sure I'll be bouncing by the time you get the
hotel.
We're not going to let it be weird, right? Because I'm not entirely
sure if
I'm going to be bouncy or sick with nerves, or both. I keep telling
myself
that it'll all be ok, just as soon as we're actually *there*, you know?
> *blush* Sexy? Okay.
You definitely strike me as sexy.
> > Altered? Oliver? Will Janet send me a copy if I email
her and ask
> > nicely?
>
> She might. But I'll not tell you her e-mail address. :-)
Yeeees, but Koine Industries does have a web page, and a staff
directory ...
I could probably track it down.
> So what do I have to do to get this wonderful ice cream?
Mostly, you just have to ask. I'm increasingly coming to the conclusion
that
all you ever have to do is ask, and I'll do my best to give you
whatever you
want.
> > That's - that's a good thing. And: I'm not Peter - I'm
not going to do
> > anything that fucking stupid and nasty Oliver.
>
> I know that. I do.
>
> Trust you, Tom.
I'm glad.
Look, you remember I said that I wasn't anywhere where I could make
promises? Forget that for a second, ok?
Oliver, I promise that I will do everything in my power to be up front
and
honest with you, to deserve that trust.
God. I want to say all sorts of stupid things - things that are
outside my
control, and have dangerous words like 'always' and 'never' in them -
and
... no, that I can promise: I will always try and be honest with
you.
Stopping now.
> > > More wine was had, and some dessert type stuff,
then we all wandered
> > > around for a bit. Got him about one or so.
> >
> > Got him? - I'd tease about being jealous, but in light of the
above -
> > not going to.
>
> I should not send e-mail without proofing it. :P You're the
only him I
> want to get.
I think you've got me.
> > Mr. Flibble says you must buy a bike, or he will be very,
very cross.
>
> Heeeeeeee! *bounce* Got a bike! Wheeee!
> Yeah, yeah. I went. I spent money. I got a shiny
thing. :D
This is me grinning. ;)
> Sounds wonderful. I took it pretty easy--stuck to road and
groomed paths,
> all city stuff--just want to figure out the gears and hills,
yeah? I
> haven't ridden seriously in years. I'm going to go back on
Monday and get
> some minor adjustments made--the brakes are a little sticky, in
that they
> grab really suddenly. I know I can take care of that myself
but I don't
> have the time right now to learn the ins and outs of it.
Is it true then - that you never forget?
And good on getting the shop to tweak things for you - they should be
happy
to as part of the aftercare, if they're any good, and when it comes to
breaks and stuff - unless you can take the time to figure it all out
properly, better safe than independent. ;)
> Went in and saw this....red, beautiful bike. Light as a
feather, looked
> like a piece of art. $3500. I didn't get
it. ;-)
*ouch*
> Got an Iguana, from Giant. Nice and light, had most of the
things that
> link said I should look for, and was reasonably affordable.
Cool ;) That's a nice bike - good for the money as well - not
everything in
that price band even has shocks, let along a decent rig.
> So I went out for a couple of hours, and honestly, the first half
hour was
> just me trying to remember everything I know about riding.
You would have
> laughed at me. :-)
If the only thing you've ridden since you were 12 is a stationary gym
bike -
Probably. ;P
> But soon enough I was just going, sort of feeling...I
> don't remember hills being this easy. Had a ball, and didn't
come home
> until my thighs told me I was utterly and totally done.
Bet you're feeling it this morning. ;)
(Am I being mean? I just can't imagine *wanting* to be on one of
those gym
bikes long enough to really feel it, is all. And now I'm imagining your
thighs, and should probably shut up ... )
> That's when I remembered I live on the fourth floor. :P
Oh right - so any stiffness this morning, and it was the *stairs*.
Right.
Sure. ;P
> People on bikes are really friendly. Every time I met
someone going the
> opposite way I got a smile and a wave, and if I passed anyone
there were
> shouted hellos. Is there some subculture here I should know
about? It's
> pretty cool though. One lady whistled--and yeah, it was for
the bike.
> She said it was pretty. :-)
Not half as ... you going to kill me if I finish that sentence?
It is generally a pretty friendly thing, for something that’s
essentially
solitary. I imagine that a sunny day in the park on a Saturday probably
doesn’t hurt. Just wait until you get your first angry dog / pissed off
dog
walker though.
Hee - you are going to be so hooked: Next thing you know you'll start
getting subscriptions to magazines ...
> My car is Oscar, which only makes total sense if you grew up
watching
> Sesame Street. Oscar is a green monster who lives in a
garbage can--he's a
> grouch, and that's my car. Grouchy, loud, and depending on
how many times I've
> been through the drive thru, a garbage can.
With you - but not green though?
> My laptop is Susan, because when I booted her up the first time the
> preinstalled software said, "Hello, Oliver," in this sexy girl
voice.
> Scared the crap out of me. Plus, Susan just sounded right.
That's a bit 2001 - I think it would have freaked me out too.
> The bike has yet to tell it's name. :D
You are cute, you know. Want to see you happy - purely for the
entertainment
value, of course.
> Oh yeah. Bed very soon, and tomorrow is ride in the morning,
chores in
> the afternoon, and then I'm going to curl up with a book.
Did you make it out this morning?
> > You're going to be here *this week* - I can't wait.
>
> Be there in three days, plus a few hours.
70 hours total, give or take. (I'm not confessing to the minutes
just yet.)
> See you soon, and I expect I'll hear from you tomorrow.
Ta da!
I'm going to head over to the SU bar - see if the rain will maybe give
up
and go away if I stay there long enough. I should really take the
opportunity to check out a couple of references, but my notes are all at
home, so a drink, and something to eat it is...
> Your
> Oliver
That takes my breath away and makes me smile and melt somewhere inside.
I figure I should tell you that, in the interests of honesty.
Take care.
Your 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: Sunday 3:37pm
Hey you,
> Today I have mostly been wrestling with election statistics and
cursing the
> fact that it's raining. I was hoping to get in another long
ride this
> morning, but - no go.
Bugger. :-( Got a nice day here, so I made it out for a bit
this morning.
Had far too much to do at home today to make it a long ride,
though. (And
yeah, sorta sore from yesterday. Don't think I could have done
any more
than what I did today.)
> Still: I got some work done, and then made a dash
> down here for climbing, which went pretty well.
Well that's something, anyway. Glad you got to move today, work
off some of
the stress those stats are giving you.
> I've told Pete and Cassie that I'll be skipping both of next weeks
meets,
> and they're fine with that.
That's good. Not that you'll miss the meets, but that they're
okay with it.
And I suppose that it's good that you'll miss the meets too, given that
you'll be missing them 'cause I'm there and I'm going to stop now
before I
really start to babble. Yes.
> They've re-done the walls again - it was kind of fun. I only went
for some
> of the easier climbs this time - and my shoulder's still feeling
> it - got to do something about that - but variety is the spice of
life and
> all that.
Your shoulder is still giving you trouble? I don't like the sound
of that.
Go easy, yeah?
> Toad came a cropper *again*. I tell you, if he wasn't such a
nice guy
> .... I'm actually a bit worried about taking him out on real
rock - don't
> want to watch him hurt himself, you know?
Yeah, I know. But maybe he needs one really huge bruise to teach
him to
calm down. Not that I want to see him break a bone or anything,
but
sometimes people need to learn the hard way. :-(
> > > a] I have to bribe you to get shower sex and blow
jobs? *lip
> > > trembling pout*
> >
> > No. You will get shower sex and blow jobs anyway.
;-)
>
> Mmmmm - I'll hold you to that. I'll just hold you, in fact. This
time in
> three days - sooner, in fact.
You want shower sex or a blow job first? ;-)
> > > My subconscious seems to think so: maybe it's telling me
I need
> > > to have you in a tux in the shower?
> >
> > Oh wet silk! But really, sounds like more trouble than
it's
> > worth--nothing like trying to get wet clothes off. :P
>
> Thus speaks the voice of experience? Maybe you in a tux,
comma,
> and you in the shower?
Ummm. Have tried to get out of wet clothes, yes. Tux in a
shower, no. :P
And I can do the me in the shower bit with no trouble--the tux could
take
more work.
> > Heeee! I'm sure I'll be bouncing by the time you get
the hotel.
>
> We're not going to let it be weird, right? Because I'm not
> entirely sure if I'm going to be bouncy or sick with nerves or
both. I
> keep telling myself that it'll all be ok, just as soon as we're
actually
> *there*, you know?
Yeah, I know. I'm expecting butterflies, but I'm going to try
very hard for
no weirdness.
> > *blush* Sexy? Okay.
>
> You definitely strike me as sexy.
Purrrrrrr. That is entirely mutual.
> > > Altered? Oliver? Will Janet send me a copy if I
email her and ask
> > > nicely?
> >
> > She might. But I'll not tell you her e-mail address. :-)
>
> Yeeees, but Koine Industries does have a web page, and a staff
> directory ... I could probably track it down.
Oh, sneaky. You track her down, you can ask anything you
want. ;-)
> > So what do I have to do to get this wonderful ice cream?
>
> Mostly, you just have to ask. I'm increasingly coming to the
> conclusion that all you ever have to do is ask, and I'll do my
best to
> give you whatever you want.
Oh. :D
Okay. Umm....Tom, will you let me............no, I think I'll
wait and ask
you that when the time is right. When you're panting and almost
ready to
come for me. >:-)
> > I know that. I do.
> >
> > Trust you, Tom.
>
> I'm glad.
>
> Look, you remember I said that I wasn't anywhere where I could make
> promises? Forget that for a second, ok?
Okay. (Whoa, my stomach just got tight.)
> Oliver, I promise that I will do everything in my power to be up
front and
> honest with you, to deserve that trust.
That's....good. Thank you.
> God. I want to say all sorts of stupid things - things that
are
> outside my control, and have dangerous words like 'always' and
'never' in
> them - and ... no, that I can promise: I will always try and
be honest with you.
Tom, I promise not to lie to you, not to hide things that are
important. I
promise to keep your trust.
> Stopping now.
Here would be where I want to kiss you.
> > > > More wine was had, and some dessert type
stuff, then we all
> > > > wandered around for a bit. Got him about one
or so.
> > >
> > > Got him? - I'd tease about being jealous, but in light
of the above -
> > > not going to.
> >
> > I should not send e-mail without proofing it. :P You're
the only him I
> > want to get.
>
> I think you've got me.
You keep...you keep saying things that make me weak with happiness.
> > Sounds wonderful. I took it pretty easy--stuck to road
and
> > groomed paths, all city stuff--just want to figure out the
gears and
> > hills, yeah? I haven't ridden seriously in years.
I'm going to go back on
> > Monday and get some minor adjustments made--the brakes are a
little
> > sticky, in that they grab really suddenly. I know I can
take care of that myself
> > but I don't have the time right now to learn the ins and outs
of it.
>
> Is it true then - that you never forget?
Apparently so--at least I didn't go ass over tea kettle.
> And good on getting the shop to tweak things for you - they should
be
> happy to as part of the aftercare, if they're any good, and when
it comes to
> breaks and stuff - unless you can take the time to figure it all
out
> properly, better safe than independent ;)
Yeah, they'll do any minor adjustments for free, or at least a small
charge.
Told me to ride, come back in a few days for any 'growing pains'.
It's a
good shop, they seem to know their stuff.
> > Went in and saw this....red, beautiful bike. Light as a
feather, looked
> > like a piece of art. $3500. I didn't get
it. ;-)
>
> *ouch*
Yeah--I mean, who really needs to pay that kind of money? Well,
pro racers,
I guess; certainly not me.
> > Got an Iguana, from Giant. Nice and light, had most of
the things that
> > link said I should look for, and was reasonably affordable.
>
> Cool. ;) That's a nice bike - good for the money as well - not
> everything in that price band even has shocks, let along a decent
rig.
/me nods. It seems nice so far.
> > So I went out for a couple of hours, and honestly, the first
> > half hour was just me trying to remember everything I know
about riding.
> > You would have laughed at me. :-)
>
> If the only thing you've ridden since you were 12 is a stationary
> gym bike - probably. ;P
Heeee! But at least my helmet matches. Accessories are very
important. :P
> Bet you're feeling it this morning ;)
>
> (Am I being mean? I just can't imagine *wanting* to be on
one of those
> gym bikes long enough to really feel it, is all. And now I'm
imagining your
> thighs, and should probably shut up ... )
God, I had to roll out of bed this morning and stretch for about twenty
minutes. I am *so* not used to this. :P But I managed, and
even talked
myself into a ride this morning. Stayed on easy trails and off
steep hills,
just worked the worst of the kinks out. Was nice, though there
were less
people out this morning--everyone must have been sleeping in. :-)
> > That's when I remembered I live on the fourth floor. :P
>
> Oh right - so any stiffness this morning, and it was the *stairs*.
Right.
> Sure. ;P
I'm sure of it. Really.
> > People on bikes are really friendly. Every time I met
someone
> > going the opposite way I got a smile and a wave, and if I
passed anyone
> > there were shouted hellos. Is there some subculture
here I should know
> > about? It's pretty cool though. One lady
whistled--and yeah, it was
> > for the bike. She said it was pretty. :-)
>
> Not half as ... you going to kill me if I finish that sentence?
'm not pretty. I'm more...not pretty. :P
> It is generally a pretty friendly thing, for something that's
essentially
> solitary. I imagine that a sunny day in the park on a Saturday
probably
> doesn’t hurt. Just wait until you get your first angry dog /
> pissed off dog walker though.
Meep. So not looking forward to that. :P
> Hee - you are going to be so hooked: Next thing you know you'll
start
> getting subscriptions to magazines ...
I have will power. I shall resist.
Oh...shiny paper.
> > My car is Oscar, which only makes total sense if you grew up
watching
> > Sesame Street. Oscar is a green monster who lives in a
garbage
> > can--he's a grouch, and that's my car. Grouchy, loud,
and depending on how many
> > times I've been through the drive thru, a garbage can.
>
> With you - but not green though?
Nope, sort of metallic blue.
> > My laptop is Susan, because when I booted her up the first
time the
> > preinstalled software said, "Hello, Oliver," in this sexy
girl voice.
> > Scared the crap out of me. Plus, Susan just sounded
right.
>
> That's a bit 2001 - I think it would have freaked me out too.
I jumped. Janet laughed. She's evil.
> > The bike has yet to tell it's name. :D
Fred.
> You are cute, you know. Want to see you happy - purely for the
> entertainment value, of course.
I can come up with all sorts of ways to entertain you. :-) Trust
me, I'll
be happy when you see me. When I see you. In three days.
> 70 hours total, give or take. (I'm not confessing to the
minutes
> just yet.)
You are wonderful. And cute. And sexy. And adorable.
> I'm going to head over to the SU bar - see if the rain will maybe
give up
> and go away if I stay there long enough. I should really take the
> opportunity to check out a couple of references, but my notes are
all at
> home, so a drink, and something to eat it is...
Hope the rain cleared off and you managed to find something to
eat. Avoid
drinking too much waiting for the rain to stop. :P
> > Your
> > Oliver
>
> That takes my breath away and makes me smile and melt somewhere
inside.
>
> I figure I should tell you that, in the interests of honesty.
It's true.
> Your Tom.
Now I'm all melty. God, Tom.
I'm going to finish packing for Wednesday--all the dry cleaning is
ready to
go, just need to wait until Tuesday night for the other stuff.
Once that's
done I'll get supper on and tidy this place up, then I'm settling in
with To
Kill A Mockingbird (again--love this book), and off to bed at a
reasonable
hour.
Talk to you in the morning,
Your Oliver.
To: Oliver Kurland [rkurls @ pdc.com]
From: Thomas Moorfield
Sent: Monday, 10:26am
Hey Oliver,
This is a real quicky - the second half of my lecture starts in 9
minutes
over the other side of campus, but: went to the hospital, had blood
taken,
had the whole lifestyle lecture (actually the nurse (male) was pretty
non-patronising and informative) and I'm going to phone them between 5
and 6
to get my results. I had to sign waiver forms to get them to agree to
tell
me over the phone. That seemed kind of odd. But yes, signed, and tests
being
run and there is like, no chance of the results coming back positive,
and
for some reason I'm still feeling kind of weird about the whole thing.
Just wanted to let you know. Mostly that it went ok, and also that I
will
email tonight when I know the results.
Talked to my mum last night too - more stuff to tell you. Nothing to
panic
over though, ok?
Just - wish you were here; life stuff, not bedroom stuff (for a change).
Hope Monday's good to you this week.
Tom
Your Tom?
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for a
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