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ORIGINAL: MadameMarque

That reminds me,...

I love it when I have a great meal!

When I went to San Francisco for Miyavi, I went to a restaurant there, in Japantown, which we just selected on spec.  Oh, My Gods.

I found I was craving something with seaweed in it, and oysters.  They had a selection of nabe, a dish with which I was not familiar.  I told the waiter - oh, let me tell you about the waiter!  Kawaii!  He so gracefully and humbly received our admiration - I told him that I was craving seaweed.  He said the oyster nabe already had seaweed, but they could put more.

Oyster nabe - theirs came in a big, black metal cauldron-like dish, and contained bean thread noodles (the transparent kind), a variety of greens, firm tofu, a soft-yoked egg, and lots of oysters.  It came with a lemon-flavoured clear dipping juice or sauce on the side, which was a delicious compliment.  It was perfection!  The broth was flavourful, the ingredients cooked just right - not over or under cooked - even the bean thread noodles, which can be rubbery, were a perfect texture.

I caught air that a woman waiting tables in that small restaurant was the cook.  I called her over when she came near, and asked her.  I let her know that hers was one of the best meals I've ever had!

When I came up and got a business card, preparing to leave, the gorgeous waiter was happy to point out that they are open very late and when they close.  This gave me some hope that he was flirting with me, too, as I thought he was probably primarily interested in a woman in our party much closer to his age :P

We have just about resolved to move the two of them up to Seattle.  The cook can cook, and the young man can, well, just be here :)  We'll do our best to shower them with all the forms of welcome we can muster.

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ORIGINAL: DiurnalVampire

I ABSOLUTELY love it when the first thing out of a doctors mouth when they come back into my room is "The tests were negative."

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ORIGINAL: LadyRainfire

I love it when I can cmail someone and get advice on my first brazilian wax job. I've had plenty of bikinis but this was my first up close and personal brazilian (maybe more than that depending on how it turned out!) and needed some advice on follow-up care.

[sm=hearts.gif][sm=cute.gif]Thanks Gwyn!

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ORIGINAL: phoenixinchains

oh, but i thought i was loved for my clever little posts and pole-dancing army...?
it was the boobies all along wasn't it?

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ORIGINAL: parttimehotty

**Find me a slut you're NOT in love with then it'll mean something to me**

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ORIGINAL: Sundowner

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ORIGINAL: parttimehotty

**Find me a slut you're NOT in love with then it'll mean something to me**

<Ponders very very hard on this one. Is the chestily-endowed potty suggesting that she herself is a horrid slut? Or is the portable-headrest carrying lady suggesting - oh what vile aggression - that some of the charming ladies whom I so admire are actually horrid sluts, insulting both them and me? But sluts can be wonderful fun; is she in fact, based on the attractive qualities - delicious sluttiness - of young ladies, setting me a grail-like quest? Does she wish me to find her a slut - but (difficult this) one with whom I am not in love - in order to present said slut to potty? For what purpose? Should my undying devotion to the wonderful potty now be shaken in the face of cruel rejection? Should I seek advice from the wise, indeed all-knowing, Cali? Or perhaps look for help to potty's alter ego, the desirable holly? Well fuck this for a game of marbles - I'm confused  [image]http://www.collarchat.com/image/s13.gif[/image]>

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ORIGINAL: cjan
SunDude, if I remember correctly, when I looked up "slut" in Websters a few years ago, the original definition was "a slovenly housekeeper". I'm sure that you and I agree that our lovely modern day sluts are consciencious housekeepers with other , more important talents, and we lubs and appreciates all their fine bits.

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ORIGINAL: cjan
SunDude, if I remember correctly, when I looked up "slut" in Websters a few years ago, the original definition was "a slovenly housekeeper". I'm sure that you and I agree that our lovely modern day sluts are consciencious housekeepers with other , more important talents, and we lubs and appreciates all their fine bits.

I hate sweeping and mopping..does that make me a slut?

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ORIGINAL: MadameMarque

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ORIGINAL: GreedyTop

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ORIGINAL: cjan
SunDude, if I remember correctly, when I looked up "slut" in Websters a few years ago, the original definition was "a slovenly housekeeper". I'm sure that you and I agree that our lovely modern day sluts are consciencious housekeepers with other , more important talents, and we lubs and appreciates all their fine bits.

I hate sweeping and mopping..does that make me a slut?

I don't think so.  But could we interest you in being a slattern?  You can't just hate cleaning, though.  You have to refuse to do it.  Have you got the right stuff?

"She won't get out of bed
and shake her snakey hair..."

- from Devil Doll, by X

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ORIGINAL: christine1

i love it when my sons bday went great today and he had a blast!  i love seeing him laughing and smiling.