anagramofbrat | secrets? what are those? (Reply)

Day 1 - Pride. Seven great things about yourself.
Day 2 - Envy. Seven things you lack and covet.
Day 3 - Wrath. Seven things that piss you off.
Day 4 - Sloth. Seven things you neglect to do.
Day 5 - Greed. Seven worldly material desires.
Day 6 - Gluttony. Seven guilty pleasures.
Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

Yeah i know I'm late with this. Its been a crazy couple days and I've been mad busy/sick. Also if there is ANYTHING I'm not secretive about it's anything pertaining to me and love, so coming up with seven secrets is a little bit of a stretch.

Day 7 - Lust. Seven love secrets.

I loudly and actively shun, mock, deride and am generally contemptuous of all things that can be categorized as romantic silliness. Like seriously, I can Ebenezer Scrooge it up about Valentine's Day as well as the next guy. It's totally an act; I eat that kind of shit up with a motherfucking spoon. Fuck, watching this will still leave me a sentimental sobbing wreck every single time. I just am kind of okay with all that happening to other people, I think.
I'm not sure why I ended up a physically affectionate person - my family aren't huggers. I am though, holy crap, if I am not shown some form of physical affection for more than a couple of days I get very frayed in the sanity very quickly.
At this point in my life I think I can say I am deeply uncomfortable with the limerence/NRE stage of falling in love. It's way too much like being on drugs and I've been known to do some extremely stupid shit when caught in that particular bit of mindset. I much prefer the bit where all the crazy leaves your system and you're not constantly in that state of "OMG DO THEY LIKE ME???" and then feeling like you have to do insane grandiose things to keep that going.
I am constantly fascinated by how telling someone you love them both entirely succeeds and entirely fails in conveying the sentiment.
...and yet if you love me, I never get tired of hearing it. I mean it's not like I don't know or somehow don't have total faith in that fact. But it's still nice to hear.
I am deliriously fond of kissing. Granted I'm picky about who I like to kiss (if I come away feeling like I just played tonsil hockey with a Saint Bernard around dinnertime, I'm not only turned off, I may indeed gag... I also have saliva viscosity issues with some people), but if you've been determined acceptable, I will be perfectly happy to kiss you all damn day without it progressing any further.
cell23 just wandered over while I was writing and was all "Lust, huh? Got anything in there about me?" Pff. As if it's all about him, lol. But since he professes in a gentleman doth protest too damn much sort of way to be hurt by his omission (right, uh huh) I will share one thing. (We'll ignore that I'd been sitting here for a few minutes trying to think of something for #7 anyway.)

So there's this sweater, right? It's a green sweater from Structure that I think he got from his grandfather ages ago (it would have to have been, I don't think Structure's been around since the late 90s), but anyway, funny thing about that is I have an identical one, same color, same brand, only several sizes bigger since it was a hand-me-down from Austin and I like my sweaters baggy nigh unto tent-like. Anyway, all that aside, he's got this sweater, right? I think if it's not my favorite piece of his clothing, its definitely in the top five along with his suits, his old Nny t-shirt and his Superman logo Graphitti tees. There are a few reasons for this - one, it's the one he wore on that fateful lunch date that well and truly started things. So there's a good association there. Two... well, on the occasion when he's just wearing the sweater by itself, the neckline in the back is cut in such a way that it frames his C7 vertebra to maddening advantage and y'all KNOW how I feel about the back of men's necks. His is especially nice, I ain't gonna lie. I guess that sweater on him for me would be a bit like me wearing a V neck and a push up bra.

So everyone's happy and now this meme is done.

It's been an interesting couple of days, and I have been completely disinclined to write about any of it. I think it's sign #9232384 that the apocalypse is nigh... Andee had a thought and she didn't blab it to the Interbutts within 10 minutes of having it? CLUTCH THE MOTHERFUCKING PEARLS. CLUTCH THEM. No seriously, it's just been that there's been this odd juxtaposition of me having a sudden productivity jag work-wise with a nasty patch of weather in the headmeat/gastrointestinal uck (cont.)/deep, undying, festering uterine hatred/Team Tatro weekend. I'll post when I get around to it.