Soap made of goat's milk doesn't lather

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9:08 PM, 23/11/2008 .. Posted in Love, actually .. Link

One of the nicest things about Ron and my's relationship is that the development of it went slowly and is documented. Of necessity, we wrote to each other way more than we called. I was out in the bush, his phone bills got horrendous. Actually, speaking of phone bills I remember once arguing with him, saying that I was calling him and I was paying the bills: I just didn't get that in the States they charge you per second, whether or not you are calling or being called, or checking messages or receiving them, or taking pictures, listening to music, even just looking at the damn thing. So after that he called me because it didn't make sense for both of us to pay; we'd split the call fees.

Anyway, there were an awful lot of emails, chats and even proper paper letters. I can look back on them now, reread and feel comforted. I can pinpoint the exact moment when he said he was falling in love with me. I can see the whole thing develop, undercutting a myriad of deeper and deep layers. Which led to a blog entry a while ago:

I have a secret and I am certainly not telling anybody else but the whole one or two readers who glance by every so often, might as well be told. Anybody that puts up with this sort of crap deserves it.

There's a guy: I want him, he appears to want me. For months we've been skirting around the edge of things, knowing long distance relationship seldom work.

But our attraction to each other is monumental and we have decided to take the next step and see if we can tolerate each other for a short period of time.
I'm crazy about him, I can't help it. Fuck reason and rationality, I just want him.
And ssh! It's a secret

Yeah, it worked. Boy, did it work.

It's working still.

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