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1. I have slept with more than one man and not known his last name. 10, yes, 8, no, 6 undecided.
Yes; hate to shatter your illusions but I don't know the last names of two of my ::pause to count:: eight lovers. Just didn't seem relevant. Maybe they told me and I forgot but somehow I doubt it. I also had a wild lust for my boyfriend's best friend once (never did anything) and that went on for years and I can't remember his last name which does make me sad as he was a nice person. If it makes you feel better, I know all of their first names...and there's only been one for the last 16 years ::smooches adorable husband::
2.I wrote poetry and still might if pushed. 22, yes, 0, no, 2 undecided.
I used to get the urge to write it and it's pretty bad. Looking back, it was the same feeling I get when I want to write a fic. My fics are better. Trust me.
3.My friend and I met a flasher when we were 14 and made him cry. 21, yes, 2, no, 1 undecided.
This is the false one. We met him in a deserted lane, stared, turned and walked quickly away, torn between giggles and shock as it wasn't what we were expecting to find on our walk in the country. When her dad, who was a policeman asked us if we could remember what he looked like it seemed he wore jeans and brown cords. Oh, well. If we'd met him even a year later I think we might have been a little more aggressive but it was a bit scary.
4.I can read an average paperback, without consciously skipping, in an hour. 20, yes, 3, no, 1 undecided.
Yep. I can. I read fast, always have done.
5.I once refused to move my car, even when the man I was blocking got violent and threatened to call the police. 12, yes, 10, no, 2 undecided.
This is true. In England, on many residential streets, cars park down both sides and there's just enough room for one car to pass between them. You learn to play chicken, forcing people to slip into a space and let you through.
I turned into the street leading to my house and a car was there, empty, in the middle of the road. I waited patiently, then tooted the horn. No response. I could hear voices from the house by it; they were saying goodbye or something. I tooted again. And again. Called to them. Waited 7 or 8 minutes. Finally, a man and a woman came, got in the car without a glance or an apology and sat, expectantly waiting for me to back up a few yards so they could leave. I sat tight. He gestured angrily. I didn't move. He got out and cursed. I told him to back up. He'd have had to have gone 200,300 feet. I had to move a car length. I wasn't moving any way but forward. He threatened me, said he'd send his wife to call the police...I shrugged. I'm mild, polite, easy going but you don't push me past a certain point.
He backed up, seething the whole way. I may have made a rude sign at him as I swept past. Or posibly I was icily dignified. Hmm. I wonder which? ::grin::
Thanks for playing. I thought of some much more interesting ones later (and David came up with one so embarassing I'd never have used it). Well done to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
momentsintime and alias_lilacgirl for getting it right and an honourable mention to marielogan for being unsure. ::hugs:: to everyone.
Yes; hate to shatter your illusions but I don't know the last names of two of my ::pause to count:: eight lovers. Just didn't seem relevant. Maybe they told me and I forgot but somehow I doubt it. I also had a wild lust for my boyfriend's best friend once (never did anything) and that went on for years and I can't remember his last name which does make me sad as he was a nice person. If it makes you feel better, I know all of their first names...and there's only been one for the last 16 years ::smooches adorable husband::
2.I wrote poetry and still might if pushed. 22, yes, 0, no, 2 undecided.
I used to get the urge to write it and it's pretty bad. Looking back, it was the same feeling I get when I want to write a fic. My fics are better. Trust me.
3.My friend and I met a flasher when we were 14 and made him cry. 21, yes, 2, no, 1 undecided.
This is the false one. We met him in a deserted lane, stared, turned and walked quickly away, torn between giggles and shock as it wasn't what we were expecting to find on our walk in the country. When her dad, who was a policeman asked us if we could remember what he looked like it seemed he wore jeans and brown cords. Oh, well. If we'd met him even a year later I think we might have been a little more aggressive but it was a bit scary.
4.I can read an average paperback, without consciously skipping, in an hour. 20, yes, 3, no, 1 undecided.
Yep. I can. I read fast, always have done.
5.I once refused to move my car, even when the man I was blocking got violent and threatened to call the police. 12, yes, 10, no, 2 undecided.
This is true. In England, on many residential streets, cars park down both sides and there's just enough room for one car to pass between them. You learn to play chicken, forcing people to slip into a space and let you through.
I turned into the street leading to my house and a car was there, empty, in the middle of the road. I waited patiently, then tooted the horn. No response. I could hear voices from the house by it; they were saying goodbye or something. I tooted again. And again. Called to them. Waited 7 or 8 minutes. Finally, a man and a woman came, got in the car without a glance or an apology and sat, expectantly waiting for me to back up a few yards so they could leave. I sat tight. He gestured angrily. I didn't move. He got out and cursed. I told him to back up. He'd have had to have gone 200,300 feet. I had to move a car length. I wasn't moving any way but forward. He threatened me, said he'd send his wife to call the police...I shrugged. I'm mild, polite, easy going but you don't push me past a certain point.
He backed up, seething the whole way. I may have made a rude sign at him as I swept past. Or posibly I was icily dignified. Hmm. I wonder which? ::grin::
Thanks for playing. I thought of some much more interesting ones later (and David came up with one so embarassing I'd never have used it). Well done to
momentsintime and alias_lilacgirl for getting it right and an honourable mention to marielogan for being unsure. ::hugs:: to everyone.