Nigel's possibly slightly less stupid love life

[Dysnomia]

At the same time, while it is a nice courtesy for a guy to hold the door, et al, should a woman be offended if he doesn't?  Because the amount of shit guys get for not doing this seems pretty disproportionate.  I mean, if it's just common courtesy, why aren't women expected to do it?  You know, a general rule: "whoever is first to the door, hold it open for others."  Why is it a "men only" rule?

I don't think it should be a men only rule, because that is sexist.  Everyone can open a door.  IMO it's just good manners for whoever gets there first to open the door for whoever after them. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm not offended if my date doesn't open the door for me, I'm just not used to it.

If I'm not on a date, it doesn't matter who gets the door. These are mating rituals I'm talking about.

[Jasper]

If a lady acts offended because I hold the door, that's my cue to not stick around.  It's like, pardon the fuck out of me, I didn't realize we were at an Ayn Rand convention.

[Adios]

Nigel just rape the fucker.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'll probably have to. However, there is something kind of exciting about all the suspense.

[Adios]

He may just be afraid that by making a first move he will run you off. Very tenderly place your hand on his lower stomach and ask him if you are ever going to make love.

[BADGE OF HONOR]

Alternatively, ask him when he's gonna let you tap dat.

[Dysnomia]

Bend him over, and make him make THAT SOUND.

[Bebek Sincap Ratatosk]

Ya know... women are allowed to make the first move. 

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Yes, both I and the musician I raped last night are well aware.

Mr. Language is different. He needs to be treated like a delicate flower; a lady.

Also, we've discussed it and I said I would be patient. I may end up making the first move, but not until he's ready.

[Kai]

I thought you kept a fully stocked man stable.

Reminds me of the line from Hotel California:

She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys / she calls friends

[Freeky]

I thought you kept a fully stocked man stable.

Reminds me of the line from Hotel California:

She's got a lot of pretty, pretty boys / she calls friends

I love that song.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

That song always gave me chills when I was a kid.

Right now my stupid love life isn't really stupid at all. I don't know what beautiful providence shook the boy tree while I was standing under it, but three of the most lovely, unique, wonderful men I've ever met have fallen into my life over the last couple of months. Gorgeous, strong, frustrating, delightful, forthright souls, and they couldn't be more different from each other.

It's going to be a great summer.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

If a lady acts offended because I hold the door, that's my cue to not stick around.  It's like, pardon the fuck out of me, I didn't realize we were at an Ayn Rand convention.

I missed this earlier, and it makes me

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

An update on Mr. Language: the other day he came over, and we drove to my favorite hiking trail. I was not raised Catholic, nor even religious in any way other than my mother's vague interpretation of nature/earth/ancestor spirituality, but I have formed this notion that there are 12 stations on this trail. The first 3 are:

1. A pond
2. A Buddhist shrine on an island in the stream at the trail fork
3. Three rocks inset with plaques, under the power lines, commemorating "Fixing the Hole" which would be too time-consuming to explain here.

I have not yet discovered the other 9 stations, but I am certain I will.

At the pond, we kept having awkward silences, which eventually Mr. Language started making fun of. Essentially, we would be talking, and then there would be a pause, in which I would be looking up at him, offering my face and my eyes and my mouth to him, and he would make a joke about how that would have been a perfect time to kiss me.

And it would have.

We walked on. I am very short and he is very tall, which only matters when we talk, which is all the time.

It is hard to explain how his refusal to kiss me intensifies my interest. Unlike any other man I have been with, he is in complete control of this relationship.