I am so good at presents.
So, this is also my first "Kathryn talks about her lover" post. Please forgive me.
Some things to know about him: he's a bit older than me*, is poly as well, and we have some wonderful things in common up to and including our taste in science fiction (in fact, as I type this I should be getting ready for Dinner and BSG Night but instead I'm tumbling in my underwear. WHOOPS) as well as some surprisingly great kink compatibility.
My roommates and I (none of whom could afford to go back to our families for Thanksgiving) had Friendsgiving at G's apartment with his bird. There were loads of leftovers because Katie and I cooked all day, so we brought some home in his refrigerator dishes.
That's what he calls them. Yeah.
So about a week ago, K, G and I were at a bar that we frequent. All rather impaired, I might add. Suddenly, he glares at us and says, "Did you bring back my refrigerator dishes?"
"Well, no, it didn't seem best to bring them to your show and then tote them around all night," K says.
"And I mean, I can just bring them by next week."
"Can you? Sometimes, when I finish my grading and I'm home alone, I put on a movie and line them up on my coffee table and they watch with me. It's just...not the same without all of them there."
He said that with a straight face. You'd be falling for him too, tumblr.
OBVIOUSLY, as I was doing my holiday shopping, I got him a set of three tupperware refrigerator dishes.
And I drew faces on them, and gave them names. So he has some new friends to watch Fringe with.
