A few years back, I gave a friend a spare key to my apartment. I was new to town, didn’t know a lot of folks, and he and his wife were old friends. I wanted someone else to have a key. So, once, driving home, I saw someone in the apartment thru the window. Freaked me out! It was my friend, returning some borrowed items.

“Who will receive Mela’s spare key?”

“Is November a Trustworthy Man?” these are spoken in Stuck in Kuwait’s soap opera voice over…

Mela- how come no call to the Landmonger??

I will watch out for that tomorrow while I’m also watching out for cute, bulky midwestern men to take us to the haunted houses.

I’m on that.

But, Anne, you keep thinkin “long & hard” thoughts, and I’ll be right over.

Hey Mela! Have you ever tried to pick up one of the locksmiths?? you know, you could play a little game of lock n key?

You’d make his day, but you don’t care what he thinks anyway, and the spare would always be handy.

for serious.

annie o- I don’t think you are having the best idea… nosy neighbor will probably go in and put on Mela’s best undies while she is gone, or just touch himself with her things, inviting much ickiness. He’s got to be a freak. Of some kind.

what about the key to your heart? I hope that has not been lost.

…we should rearrange the alphabet so that u and i are together…

a few groans at a cheesy remark never hurt anyone and maybe some might actually smile.

Personally, I like: “Listen, I was wandering. Can I ask you a question? Uh… was your father a meat burgler? Here’s why I ask: because it looks like somebody stole two fine hams and shoved them down the back of your dress.”
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0213790/quotes

Here’s my favorite…. don’t I have the whitest teeth you’ll ever come across??

Only to be used when wearing something stain resistant.

Side Note: Rum and coke ruins almost anything it is doused upon.

now, i myself usually wear contact lenses. ray, what would say if a fine young neko sitting on the couch with you asked if you’d, say, lick them out … ?

(just curious.)

Because if you do teach us to pick locks, I think our skill set will be damned near complete.

Once we learn how to act as our own attorneys, get the CIA to make us covert operatives and master the use of those reverse vision glasses, that is.

I can’t believe you know how to pick locks. This is why I will follow you to the ends of every Chic-fil-A on earth, Dude.

Oh, she says. Then, ohhhh, she says, much longer with a deep sigh of understanding.

taste, smell, sight, touch, sounds are all part of the way we experience those around us . . . especially at the most intimate moments

(still curious)

so. you’d remove someone’s (and your) glasses: but would you help a girl take off/out her contacts … ?

(curiosity killed the neko)

whatever adds to your pleasure and comfort. if licking out your contacts is what it takes; well, sure. I can always leave a clean glass of water at the bedside or next to the couch.

Like I said in an earlier post, besides having good hand skills, I also have good oral skills. hot & heavy with your man–sounds good to me.

still curious?

ray: now, let’s recap … you’ll save the last dance for me (a tango, if i like; or maybe even indulge me in a random cheesy make-out dance tune like Mysterious Ways?), and you’ll lead (because, of course, you know how), -AND- you’ll help take out my contacts (with a little creativity and imagination thrown in for good measure).

brother: you are too true to be good(!)

neko–I’ve earned my relationship battle scars and ribbons. a little tango, a little cheesy make-out dance, a little leading, a little creativity, lots of imagination.

I’ve seen the light. I don’t even care who has the TV remote on home nights, as long as you don’t change the station on the radio as we drive down the highways.

(total non-sequitar)

hey Dude: we established previously that you are, in fact, a dude (vice a chick). but, are you the same poster who uses the tag “dude” (with a small “d”)? or is “Dude” - not identifiable with - “dude” ?

(inquiring nekos want to know)

someone once said,
candy is nice but liquor is quicker!

Actually, there is a chocolate liquor made in Holland, the best of all worlds.

(inquiring rays want to know)
(did you ever think your blog would take such directions, even having a correspondent from Kuwait?)

i just wanted to know if Dude = dude. my being myopic is besides the point!

or are you referring to earlier request to have someone lick out my contacts? if so, the request (to The Good Doctor (or any other willing party, for that matter) still stands: whether or not i get Lasik-ed … (smirk)

My capitalization goes as my personalities go.

And licking someone’s eyeball (contacts or no contacts) is fucking gross. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

No offense.

(a rhetorical question, of course.)

i guess licking is all in the toungue of the beholder …

(never in Neko’s case)

to ray’s point, after i got contacts (i was too vain to wear my glasses during highschool), i discovered a frightfully shocking truth: people are damn uuughly! (i was also shocked to learn that i didnt have the beyootiful long wavy thick hair i’d thought: with contacts in, i could see that it was actually pretty much a ratnest.)

but i’m sure the ever gallant & noble ray would claim otherwise ( i totally love the cyber lovin’!) …

i’d originally thought you guys had written, “…. so you can see who youre *boRing*. ”

now i see, both times, the actual word is *boNing.

(now, that one little letter, that makes a big hairy difference ….)