Q: Does she play Bridge?
A: Yes.
Q: Roleplaying?
A: Yes.
Q: Board games?
A: Yes.
Q: Does she write you sonnets?
A: Yes.
Q: I've noticed an increase in the proportion of rabbinical experts on your livejournal. Is that coincidence?
A: No.
Q: So, Jewish eh? For the old snip-snip?
A: What?
Q: Come on, make with the penis gossip.
A: *Stare*
Q: Come on, you know exactly which friends are going to ask, though, you can't deny it's a FAQ. Fine, fine. Ahem. "Is the religious difference a problem?"
A: Not really. It's certainly a gulf, but we like talking about religion. Firstly we're not talking about marriage yet. Secondly, even if we were, for some people changing a religion is a big but non-fundamental point like moving to another country, something you might find it necessary to do as a gesture of solidarity. It might be convenient if I had a submerged urge to convert to Judaism, but I don't, and although it may be right for some people, for me taking a false covenant would seem a betrayal of (a) my beliefs and (b) Jewish beliefs, and I can't see how either of those things is a romantic plus :)
Q: Where did you meet? Was it a good story?
A: At pseudomonas's party. I was very bouncy, there were lots of wonderful people introduced to each other, I think we barely talked, but we got to know each other on livejournal thereafter. (Livredor, pseudomonas, can you describe the details any better?)
Q: Go on, come up with a better story!
A: OK, OK. I invited her to my party without knowing she would even be in the country, she was visiting anyway, the plane was late and she rolled into the party late on no sleep and had a wonderful time culminating in an awkward but meaningful hug.
Q: Ooh, better. More?
A: I went to her party in the Pembury, met a large number of wonderful shiny friends, and dragged her aside to tell her how I felt and to ask to see her again, alone, just before she flew out. There was surreptitious and experimental kissing.
Q: Wow! More, more!
A: OK. We met for coffee in Cambridge just before she flew away. This is where we really clicked, we didn't know each other well, but found we could just talk easily and loved doing so, and chucked out of clowns wandered on to borders where we discovered we fit in each other's arms as well as in each other's conversations. We really bonded by email thereafter, but that's the moment I remember.
Q: And the official asking out?
A: On the 29th. Had you ever heard of that custom?
Q: Of course!
A: Oh well, never mind. I hadn't, so I had no baggage, but it was definitely the right day to make things official. Mum's birthday is All Saints Day. Dad's is anti-Christmas. My anniversary with Jane was valentines. But 29th definitely wins for memorable day stakes. Obviously four years is a long time to last, but the anniversary will be unforgettable if we get there :)
Q: Lady love?
A: That's what sonicdrift jokingly called her. I'm a little amused and a little annoyed -- it sounds just about perfect, with the Victorian connotation, and she's happpy, but I'm not sure it's quite right. Any better suggestions?
Q: Beau?
A: That's what she called me :) It seemed to fit, and I liked being a beau :) Although we hope for a poll for any further suggestions.
A: Yes.
Q: Roleplaying?
A: Yes.
Q: Board games?
A: Yes.
Q: Does she write you sonnets?
A: Yes.
Q: I've noticed an increase in the proportion of rabbinical experts on your livejournal. Is that coincidence?
A: No.
Q: So, Jewish eh? For the old snip-snip?
A: What?
Q: Come on, make with the penis gossip.
A: *Stare*
Q: Come on, you know exactly which friends are going to ask, though, you can't deny it's a FAQ. Fine, fine. Ahem. "Is the religious difference a problem?"
A: Not really. It's certainly a gulf, but we like talking about religion. Firstly we're not talking about marriage yet. Secondly, even if we were, for some people changing a religion is a big but non-fundamental point like moving to another country, something you might find it necessary to do as a gesture of solidarity. It might be convenient if I had a submerged urge to convert to Judaism, but I don't, and although it may be right for some people, for me taking a false covenant would seem a betrayal of (a) my beliefs and (b) Jewish beliefs, and I can't see how either of those things is a romantic plus :)
Q: Where did you meet? Was it a good story?
A: At pseudomonas's party. I was very bouncy, there were lots of wonderful people introduced to each other, I think we barely talked, but we got to know each other on livejournal thereafter. (Livredor, pseudomonas, can you describe the details any better?)
Q: Go on, come up with a better story!
A: OK, OK. I invited her to my party without knowing she would even be in the country, she was visiting anyway, the plane was late and she rolled into the party late on no sleep and had a wonderful time culminating in an awkward but meaningful hug.
Q: Ooh, better. More?
A: I went to her party in the Pembury, met a large number of wonderful shiny friends, and dragged her aside to tell her how I felt and to ask to see her again, alone, just before she flew out. There was surreptitious and experimental kissing.
Q: Wow! More, more!
A: OK. We met for coffee in Cambridge just before she flew away. This is where we really clicked, we didn't know each other well, but found we could just talk easily and loved doing so, and chucked out of clowns wandered on to borders where we discovered we fit in each other's arms as well as in each other's conversations. We really bonded by email thereafter, but that's the moment I remember.
Q: And the official asking out?
A: On the 29th. Had you ever heard of that custom?
Q: Of course!
A: Oh well, never mind. I hadn't, so I had no baggage, but it was definitely the right day to make things official. Mum's birthday is All Saints Day. Dad's is anti-Christmas. My anniversary with Jane was valentines. But 29th definitely wins for memorable day stakes. Obviously four years is a long time to last, but the anniversary will be unforgettable if we get there :)
Q: Lady love?
A: That's what sonicdrift jokingly called her. I'm a little amused and a little annoyed -- it sounds just about perfect, with the Victorian connotation, and she's happpy, but I'm not sure it's quite right. Any better suggestions?
Q: Beau?
A: That's what she called me :) It seemed to fit, and I liked being a beau :) Although we hope for a poll for any further suggestions.