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- From: tlode@nyx.cs.du.edu (trygve lode)
- Subject: Re: Flirting How To Guide/Backrubs
- Message-ID: <1993Jan24.220457.12422@mnemosyne.cs.du.edu>
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- Organization: Nyx, Public Access Unix @ U. of Denver Math/CS dept.
- References: <1993Jan23.155401.8134@netcom.com> <C1ByvC.Cxp@CAM.ORG> <1993Jan24.064613.29860@leland.Stanford.EDU>
- Date: Sun, 24 Jan 93 22:04:57 GMT
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- In article <1993Jan24.064613.29860@leland.Stanford.EDU> rna@leland.Stanford.EDU (Robert Ashcroft) writes:
- >In article <C1ByvC.Cxp@CAM.ORG> souchay@CAM.ORG (Francois Souchay) writes:
- >>
- >>Hear, hear. I gotta say I fully agree with Aahz on this one. The backrub
- >>criterion does help to sort out the folks who want/need massage from those
- >>that don't. Robert prefers to avoid them ( from what I can tell ), so he'd
- >>rather choose someone who feels the same way.
- >
- >Huh? I don't like spinach much either. Does this mean I avoid those who do?
- >Tell me: I'm dying to know what my preferences are, since you seem to know
- >so much more about me that I do.
-
- Perhaps it was a little presumptuous to assume that you felt that way, but
- it isn't that unreasonable an assumption, given how often differing feelings
- about physical contact cause friction (or, worse, not enough friction) in a
- relationship. Like Aahz, I would be unlikely to enjoy a romantic
- relationship with someone who wasn't given to being physically affectionate--
- indeed, I've found through experience that if I'm involved with someone
- who is not physically affectionate (in a generalized sense, not merely a
- sexual sense) that I end up losing both romantic and sexual feelings for
- this person.
-
- Trygve (Who particularly dislikes being supposed to box up his feelings
- and express them only in approved moments and in approved ways.)
- --
- "As tradition demands, the sun began to rise above the horizon, its thin
- crescent glowing pinkly as it peeked over the rim of the world at an
- hour far too inconvenient for its own good; beams of sunlight tiptoed
- around the pastel draperies to shine warmly upon the skin of Bernadine
- Lambert who was also glowing pinkly as she and her lover stirred
- sleepilly, limbs comfortably intertwined in a manner so strikingly like
- an octopus swept up in the onanistic frenzy of trying to dance
- cheek-to-cheek with itself that the videotapes later would cause
- Jacques Cousteau to blush and accidentally steer one of his ships into
- a buoy that through one of the most dramatic displays of synchonicity
- in the past century looked just like Opus the Penguin--and yet she knew
- that, like all other good things that ever have a chance to begin, this
- too must end: there were only so many days one could call in sick;
- plus, she knew that her boss at the record store was beginning to
- suspect that her labored breathing when she called in to say that she
- was sick had less to do with the ravages of the flu than she had been
- willing to admit."
-