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Post by dirtygirldiva on Mar 3, 2009 18:53:49 GMT
y'all are delusional. He's been with me the whole time. He is at my desk at work right now. It's "bring your hotty mctotty b/f to work with you" day here and he is giving me a neck rub as we speak....
*oh a little lower Ru...ahhh perfect*
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Post by tipou on Mar 3, 2009 19:12:55 GMT
y'all are delusional. He's been with me the whole time. He is at my desk at work right now. It's "bring your hotty mctotty b/f to work with you" day here and he is giving me a neck rub as we speak.... *oh a little lower Ru...ahhh perfect* something wrong is going on now. could we be dealing with....  [glow=red,2,300] CLONES??? [/glow] |
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Post by dirtygirldiva on Mar 3, 2009 19:14:50 GMT
There is only one Rufus you mad woman. And right now he is rubbing my feet....ahhh
*whispers*don't worry Ru...they are just crazy...nothing to fear
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Post by tipou on Mar 3, 2009 19:29:24 GMT
this is not much of a fight.
for all we know, maybe they are all false rufus.
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Post by dirtygirldiva on Mar 3, 2009 20:05:51 GMT
i think the original intent was to say how you stole him from the previous poster...maybe I buggered it up.
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Post by tipou on Mar 3, 2009 20:15:46 GMT
you did not. you just were fooled. i still think i have the real rufus here.
*** yea, darling. another cup of tea would be nice. st.bart? fine with me. as long as you bring this little red bathing suit.***
how could this sweetie not be the real thing?
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Post by Vittoria on Mar 4, 2009 0:18:27 GMT
Well! The real Rufus ran for the hills from me (in the Rants and Raves thread) after I seduced him and he awakened from my spell.... I got tired of chasing him as he is so much faster than I am. He heard me calling out, "Was it something I said?" He stopped in his tracks and couldn't help but laugh.
Rufus started walking toward me and I wondered why as the spell had worn off and I hadn't seduced him at all now. I stood transfixed. He walked up to me, gently lifted my chin so as to meet his kiss and he whispered, "How could I ever run away from you, my Darling?" We just stood there kissing as time stood still and he worked his spell on me. I was as butter in his arms, melting.
There on the hillside, he took me as a cool and gentle breeze breathed upon our bodies in the moonlight. Afterward, we just lay in each others' arms, limbs entwined for awhile. Ruf suggested we go back to his hotel room.
Back at the hotel, he ordered up a late dinner, fine wine, a bunch of grapes and chocolate. We had our dinner and fed one another grapes. Then, we got into a soothing bubble bath. After the bath, I massaged all his stress away, but rather than fall asleep, he surprised me by getting randy again and so we made love all through the night until we finally lay spent in one another's arms where we fell fast asleep.
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Post by tipou on Mar 4, 2009 0:40:06 GMT
that's all very cute and all, but again... ALISTAIR.
just wait until the charm break off and he chases you around the round to show you his buggers. you'll be running up the hill like you thought you never would again, i assure you.
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Post by rueful on Mar 4, 2009 1:06:38 GMT
Whew! It's getting a little warm in here, vittoria! (Glad you are feeling well enough to join us this week.)
Since Tipou refuses to provide any proof that she has the real Rufus, and I believe that she is spending time at an Alistair Abusers Anonymous meeting, I choose to assume I must snatch him from Vancouver.
When Rufus awakens, he realizes that he HAD still been under some sort of spell, since he would never take a bubble bath. He has very sensitive skin and the dye found in most bubble baths makes him break out. So as he tiptoes out of the room, I am standing by the door, waving a box of colloidal oatmeal. At first he tries to eat it, but then I explain it is for him to bathe in to soothe his skin. I also tell him that I don't mind taking care of him, I am very nurturing, in sickness and health and all that, so if he accompanies me I'll make him all better. So he happily and willingly follows me home, where I proceed to...well, you know--make it better.
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Post by Vittoria on Mar 4, 2009 1:13:45 GMT
It seems we are in a quandary- which one is the real Rufus? We all think we are with the "real Rufus". How can we proceed from here? We have to reach an agreement as to with whom the real Rufus is. Hmmmmm..... This argument could go on for a very very long time. Besides which... no imposter could fake me out. I would know by his eyes.
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Post by rueful on Mar 4, 2009 1:31:16 GMT
Excellent point. Maybe we should put one of those GPS tracking tags on him.
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Post by Vittoria on Mar 4, 2009 2:02:58 GMT
Let me ask him and we shall see........ ~he thinks about the prospect of crazed fangirlies chasing him for sport~
Rufus: "How can you ask such a thing?"
Vi: "Well all these girls are just playing a game. It's not for real. We can remove the tracking device later and get on with our lives together."
Rufus: "How am I supposed to get on with my work with all this going on?"
Vi: "Well, let's just agree that it will go on when you are off work and have the energy for such games. It will just be temporary Darling. I don't really want to share you with anyone... but these fangirlies will likely chase you around anyway, so we might as well go along with it and get it over with."
Rufus: "What will happen if I decide to run off with one of them and leave you." ~he winks at me~
Vi: "Surely you jest."
Rufus: "Well, you never know."
Vi: "Ok.... let the best fangirlie win."
Rufus: "You're not serious!"
Vi: "Well, you've got me all worked up now with your possibilities scenerio... so let's do it."
Rufus: "Fine then."
GPS tracking device implanted.
Rufus: "Damn. This is going to be bloody tiring isn't it?"
Vi: "Here! Have a sandwhich."
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Post by Vittoria on Mar 4, 2009 2:07:21 GMT
Some cross posting going on... so rueful.... carry on! And thank you for your kind words! I'm doing just fine!  Whew! It's getting a little warm in here, vittoria! (Glad you are feeling well enough to join us this week.) Since Tipou refuses to provide any proof that she has the real Rufus, and I believe that she is spending time at an Alistair Abusers Anonymous meeting, I choose to assume I must snatch him from Vancouver. When Rufus awakens, he realizes that he HAD still been under some sort of spell, since he would never take a bubble bath. He has very sensitive skin and the dye found in most bubble baths makes him break out. So as he tiptoes out of the room, I am standing by the door, waving a box of colloidal oatmeal. At first he tries to eat it, but then I explain it is for him to bathe in to soothe his skin. I also tell him that I don't mind taking care of him, I am very nurturing, in sickness and health and all that, so if he accompanies me I'll make him all better. So he happily and willingly follows me home, where I proceed to...well, you know--make it better. |
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Post by GreenEyesToo on Mar 5, 2009 14:22:29 GMT
See, you've got it all wrong again - he wanted British food, and he's with me right now, eating Marmite on toast. (Good, Rufus?)
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Post by rueful on Mar 5, 2009 15:44:26 GMT
I certainly can't compete with "Marmite," so I'm not even going to try, I'm just going to remind him that Chicago is known for the best pizza anywhere, as well as top-notch steakhouses, a tremendous variety of great ethnic restaurants and foods, and incredible bakeries---oh, the bakeries.
Rufus is backing slowly away from the Marmite. That's it, dear, you come with me.
See ya later, GE2!
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