His friend says he's into it.
Looks like I have some planning to do. I need to get a sugar free cake and maybe some crayons (not quite candles), and maybe get him a copy of Pat Boone's "No More Mr. Nice Guy" (not quite music).

I think I'm onto something here.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 6 Dec 2009, 22:59, 1 reply, 16 years ago)

Sounds like a plan
Although I might be slightly worried about his friend though...
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 6 Dec 2009, 23:01, Reply)

The friend is pretty funny.
He's about 6' 8" tall and weighs about the same as my daughter because he has Marfan's Syndrome. I do suspect that he's a closet gay, but he's pretty cool. He's always up for a good laugh.

Dammit, my son is in the other room talking to my daughter so I can't go plan this with her until he leaves!
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 6 Dec 2009, 23:05, Reply)

Remember the golden rule...
POIDH.

I'm bushed. I think bed calls.
( Davros' Granddad a voice of calm reason in a world of spastics., Sun 6 Dec 2009, 23:10, Reply)

I discovered Marfan's syndrome through /b/, of all places
Due to a discussion about fetishes for long fingers.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Sun 6 Dec 2009, 23:14, Reply)

Actually, I dated a woman with Marfan's for a time.
She's taller than I am with fingers like twigs, and has serious health problems from it- she's already had a heart valve replaced.

We're still friends even though it didn't work, and I've often thought of her when I run into my son's friend as he's had to be in the hospital for ripping a lung.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Sun 6 Dec 2009, 23:35, Reply)