Jul 15 2009

Steam

Category: Days and Nights — IronWynch @ 11:10 pm

After some time to think, Fender has realized that whatever pressure he’s feeling is not coming from me.  I do care for him, so I’ll admit that I’m glad he’s back, but after this I don’t view him the same way.  It’s the first time, and hopefully the last, that I’ve pitied him.  It’s not so much about him as it is about the environment he’s grown up and tried to have a love life in.

It’s easy for me to say that someone should have come out of certain experiences unscathed, but I haven’t exactly come out like a champ either.  Underneath my patently chill surface seethes a monster just waiting for sufficient levels of self pity to override her prime directive.

She has a beak of gold, a silver tongue, and a hydraulic vagina.  She is my inner non sexual whore.  Some guys say that there’s a little whore in every woman.  Well, mine is honest enough to admit that if she ever took over, sex would be the last thing on her mind, and manipulating vulnerable people into turning over their cash would be the first.  Every time a new trend is on the horizon, she thinks of many ways to exploit sheeple with it.

As an example, some years ago I started thinking of designs for butt crack shavers.  You’ll know I have lost my ethics when I start marketing them.  You’ll know I have basically blasphemed the Holy Spirit when the electric version comes out.

So I must forgive Fender his momentary lapse into dealing-with-spider-hoes-ness.  He has a right to his suspicions and fears as I do mine.  We should both just not let those paralyze our relationship.  He’s found out that I’m not into micromanagement of grown men, and I’ve found out that he values me enough to stick around to find that out.

The game is indeed over.  Now things are getting serious.

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Jul 03 2009

The Catch

Category: Days and Nights — IronWynch @ 1:42 pm

There is always one, isn’t there?  Until a couple of days ago, Fender was okay with eating just about anything but people.  After suffering, possibly from bad restaurant hygiene, he’s decided that he is only eating kosher.

What this means is that I can’t cook for him except in his kitchen, since my kitchen is not kosher.  That’s not only annoying the crap out of me, but triggered some mistrust about the “not good enough” issue that he probably doesn’t deserve.

I avoid religious guys like the plague.  Even though he was giving me supposedly rational reasons, I couldn’t help worrying that this was the beginning of the end.  He assures me that it’s not, and that it’s just that he feels that his recent distress was due to non kosher eating.  We’ll see what happens.  If I catch him eating shrimp, all bets are off.

…but then again, there’s a difference between an occasional indulgence, and how one runs their kitchen.  Fixing up my current kitchen wouldn’t be that hard since I actually have enough kitchen equipment for a small catering service.  I also found out that you don’t have to throw everything out, just boil and scrub them well to “neutralize” them.  Staying organized would be the problem.  I don’t have enough space for things as it is.  If I had to keep milk things and meat things separate, I wouldn’t have where to step in my kitchen.

IMO, the separation bit is an unnecessary step that was made for people who are lazy and don’t clean things properly.  I get psychotic when someone dips bread directly in the hummus container instead of putting some in a bowl.

The other thing that makes me nervous is the idea of having to pay a rabbi to inspect my kitchen.  I don’t want to give money to any organized religion.  So I sincerely hope Fender doesn’t ask that of me.

I hope he comes to his senses.  If not, it’s not such a big deal, but let’s just say that my trust of him will be a little less blind.  I hope this is just a nutrition choice, and doesn’t turn into a wedge that will convince him that I’m not worth staying with because of something other than my own behavior.

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