EnhancedSpirit
High Priestess
Me too, but since fantasy is all I have going for me right now, I choose Matthew McConaugheystanding_alone said:Heck, I'd be happy just to get a date, let alone this fantasy crap...
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Fantasy Date
- Thread starter jeffrey
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standing_alone said:Heck, I'd be happy just to get a date, let alone this fantasy crap...
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Then it's off to McDonalds for a wide selection of culturally significant Fast Food!
After your repast, Uncle Sunstone will take you to either (1) his favorite third rate strip club, or (2) your choice of corn dog stands for dessert!
The next day, after you have recovered in the local Emergency Room from the evening's scintillating conversation, and Trusty Uncle Sunstone has made bail, you will enjoy receiving a real Hallmark Card from Uncle Sunstone commemorating your evening of desire and back billing you for them corn dogs!
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angellous_evangellous
Guest
EEEEeeeewwwww
One of my fantasy dates would be to go with Buttercup to the Japanese Gardens to watch the changing light on the Gardens, and to just explore together what the Garden looks like in the afternoon (most probably, the afternoon). I just think she has such a cool eye for light and color that it would be fascinating to be with her in the Gardens.
Of course, this fantasy date would take place after I'd spent a good chunk of the morning laughing with Evearael over coffee and maybe lunch, and discussing everything from children to science.
Sometime that day I would enjoy being with Feathers in her back yard and helping her do such things as teach her chickens to speak chicken, rather than goose. Or to check up on the trees to see if they're doing alright. I'd be fascinated with her friendship with the daily spirits in her life.
In the evening, of course, I would sit on a porch drinking microbrews with Standing Alone, watching the sun set over a lake somewhere, and anticipating the high quality class strippers we'd hired to come over later and entertain us. In the meanwhile, we'd discuss everything deep and wonderous. Life, art, poetry, writing, sex, love, quality dog manure, our mutual deep and wonderous friends, such as Buttercup, life changing choices in toothpaste, and, of course, our preferences in inflatable love dolls.
Then the next day and the next day and the next day, I'd do much the same with other women of RF, until I got sick of visiting people, like some kid let loose in a chocolate factory.
Those are my fantasy dates.
Of course, this fantasy date would take place after I'd spent a good chunk of the morning laughing with Evearael over coffee and maybe lunch, and discussing everything from children to science.
Sometime that day I would enjoy being with Feathers in her back yard and helping her do such things as teach her chickens to speak chicken, rather than goose. Or to check up on the trees to see if they're doing alright. I'd be fascinated with her friendship with the daily spirits in her life.
In the evening, of course, I would sit on a porch drinking microbrews with Standing Alone, watching the sun set over a lake somewhere, and anticipating the high quality class strippers we'd hired to come over later and entertain us. In the meanwhile, we'd discuss everything deep and wonderous. Life, art, poetry, writing, sex, love, quality dog manure, our mutual deep and wonderous friends, such as Buttercup, life changing choices in toothpaste, and, of course, our preferences in inflatable love dolls.
Then the next day and the next day and the next day, I'd do much the same with other women of RF, until I got sick of visiting people, like some kid let loose in a chocolate factory.
Those are my fantasy dates.
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angellous_evangellous
Guest
Sunstone said:
Do you play guitar?
angellous_evangellous said:
I sadly lack musical talent for instruments beyond making a joyful racket with a washboard. But my ideal date certainly includes endless serenades of the ladies with my washboard (I do not anticipate, however, that anyone of them will ever desire a second date with me).
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angellous_evangellous
Guest
Sunstone said:
You're the ideal drummer.
Scarlett Wampus
psychonaut
I sometimes imagine I'm on a long train journey with several great thinkers who have influenced me. I'd love to see what they made of each other and get into a big debate/argument with them.
The Mother Of All Fantasy Dates! It has occurred to me that the only thing in life which has any hope whatsoever of slaking my thirst to Fantasy Date the Amazing Femmes Of RF is to shamelessly beg, wheedle, and swindle them into allowing me to take each and all of them on The Mother Of All Fantasy Dates!
It would be a two day, one night date. Remember, the OP asked for a Fantasy, not something that could happen!
Twelve of us would go on this, the Mother Of All Fantasy Dates, with myself being the only male
.It would most certainly result in my early death, torn apart by the jealous hands of their significant others upon our return from our date.
It would most certainly be worth my early death to date the Glorious Femmes Of RF.
I would deceive into going on this date: Circle One, Evearael, Buttercup, Feathers, Lilithu, Ceridwen, Standing Alone, Jensa, Maize, Bastet, Lunamoth and at least two or three other women of RF.
(By my count, that's 9 or 11 significant others who would be out to get me within mere hours of learning who their beloveds had run off with me on this extraordinary date. But the sheer authentic emotional, physical, spiritual, and mental beauty of these Gorgeous Femmes Of RF easily makes me courageous. Just so long as the SOs don't get their hands on me until after we all return from our date, I'll die happy, very happy
)Where would we go for two days and one night?
The morning of the first day we would begin early and hike through the Colorado Wilderness to one the earth's most beautiful valleys. Arriving sometime between noon and mid-afternoon, we would have had on our hike plenty of time to get the noise, smell, thoughts and confusion of modern civilization out of our heads and nostrils, and replace those awful things with each other's company, companionship and the wilderness.
We'd pitch our tents, snack or eat lunch, and have time to swim and explore the stream that runs through this almost sacred valley, which runs off the largest intermountain valley in the world, the huge and sparsely populated San Luis. As the day ended, the stars would come out in an almost black sky, for we wouldn't go on a night of moon: You can see the moon from any city. What you cannot see so easily from a city are a zillion stars swirling overhead as coyotes call to one another with the news you are there among them, and with them, in their valley.
Naturally, we would have beverages of our choice, including tasty microbrews, soft drinks, and whatever else we needed for refreshment. Even before the sun had died over the ranging mountain tops, I would regal Circle One, Evearael, Buttercup, Feathers, Lilithu, Ceridwen, Standing Alone, Jensa, Maize, Bastet, Lunamoth and the two or three other Glorious Femmes Of RF with a brief, intensely discordant, but immensely passionate moment of washboard "music". "O ye make a joyful noise unto the coyotes!"
We'd spend the evening getting to know each other much better, and in laughing, perhaps in singing, but certainly in wonder at the stars.
The next day, we would break camp around noon, hike out and make the trail head only minutes before the furious posse of SOs caught up with us. But minutes would be all I needed to say goodbye to my cherished, lovely dates and rapidly escape back into the Colorado Wilderness for a year or two, until things cool off back in civilization.
Is that not truly the Mother Of All Fantasy Dates? Or can someone come up with a bigger, better, funner one? IMO, the only thing missing are strippers.
Lastly, I must ask who the hell is fool enough to need movie stars when they could mercifully wheedle a Fantasy Date with the Glorious Femmes Of RF?
Green Gaia
Veteran Member
Sounds lovely, Sunstone! I've always wanted to go hiking in Colorado. I'm just curious about the tent assignments...
Maize said:
I am for some obscure reason extremely confident that you and a certain lovely other person will require a tent to yourselves. Yet, at the same time, I am concerned that once given a tent to yourselves it might prove extraordinarily difficult to get the two of you to leave it, even to join the rest of us in internationally acclaimed washboard yodeling. How tragic if you should miss that!
Feathers in Hair
World's Tallest Hobbit
Sunstone said:
Ever the consumate knight! :hug:
And you'd be most welcome, my wonderful friend! (But I'm trying to teach the geese to speak goose. I'm afraid they're the ones copying the chickens!)
Yay! I'm so glad that I get to go on the camping trip! I'll bring... Hmm... a stick? (For roasting marshmellows, for those that like 'em!)
Feathers in Hair
World's Tallest Hobbit
No, no! I found marshmallows! Except... *looks at bag sadly* I think only one of the tent in questions' potential occupants enjoys them.
Bastet
Vile Stove-Toucher
Ah, but if one of the tent in questions' potential occupants is outside the tent in question - enjoying marshmallows - then the other of the tent in questions' potential occupants has no reason to be staying alone inside the tent in question.FeathersinHair said:
Any questions?