Dave - Part 1
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polyhordeHow we met: Technically I’ve known/known-of him for three years but I didn’t introduce myself until this summer. He’s the official photographer for the Three Barons Ren Faire. During tech week the girls of my court were passing around lollipops, and at one point I turned to my right and found the image of eight girls (in garb no less) sucking on lollipops in sync oddly funny, I had a friend get up and “Go grab the photographer” “What?” “Just get him, he’s over there.” He immediately saw the shot and snagged it, I was very proud.
To be honest I don’t remember much contact during that first weekend of faire, I’m sure I saw him around since he’s everywhere during faire but I don’t remember speaking to him in earnest until that following Tuesday.
The Friday night between the weekends is the Mid-Faire feast, it’s been that way for years, they charge $20 for a ticket and you go enjoy good music, great food, and hang out with your friends while supporting a worthy cause. I sadly couldn’t go because of Perfect Prayer, however on the Tuesday night before they had a freebie get together on-site and I went with my shiny new Laurell K. Hamilton and tried to read despite the wind whipping hair into my face and the sunlight almost blinding me. Since I’m still underage I was sitting on the tables outside the Toad trying to read. The photographer, whose name I couldn’t remember for the life of me, got bored and decided to come talk to me, I still have no idea what compelled him. We talked over the fence separating the bar from the younglings for about half an hour before I told him he was being ridiculous and that he should either go back to his friends or else come outside and join me. Surprisingly he decided to come out, saying that I was interesting company which made turn bright cherry, I’m hoping he thought it was a chill from the wind, or else he didn’t notice. We talked for almost two hours about photography (it’s his passion rather than his career, so he’s just as crazy as the rest of us who work our asses off for fun rather than a paycheck), his time in the air force, his job (he’s an IT-sys. admin, I think, most of the words he used left me blinking and smiling politely, hopefully it seemed like I understood him), my love of roller coasters (I think I must have looked crazed but he didn’t run in fright) and lord knows what else. Finally he said he had to go back to his friends and I said I ought to go home.
The last weekend of Faire I flirted with everyone shamelessly, as in my way when I play Ambrosia. The second Saturday party was lovely because I had Isaac and Caiti giving me hand massages while the photographer (whose name I struggled to remember the whole night- its Dave by the way) gave me a back rub, needless to say I was one content kitty. Dave stayed around and chatted with us until Bobadil ended and then ran off to play with the other adults at the Toad, apparently there was jousting and my baron went flying before promptly kicking Frank’s ass. Whenever I saw him during those last two days I’d tease him and try to get him to go peasant dance or to sit down and lounge, he kept turning me down but I think it was because he was genuinely busy rather than wanting to ditch me, he always teased me back and would track me down later.
At strike we chatted some more while everyone was winding down but before we started ripping everything apart. I tied ribbons around his neck, I have no idea why – they were at hand and I felt like doing something to him. Later I got them back and he told me he’d be back for them – we he did return I teased him and tried to get him to go for my back pocket himself but I think I must have pushed too far since he politely declined to grab my ass.
As strike was winding down (around Midnight, we were damn quick this year) I went around exchanging phone numbers, he asked for mine but neglected to give me his. I said goodnight and went off to talk to Pope who was leaving the next week. Along my way I found a bouquet of roses someone had thrown away, I gave one to Pope, two to Dave as he was getting into his truck, and kept the last one which is now hanging off of my bookcase.
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Jesus I talk a lot, and we aren't even up to him asking me out or our first date, let alone the Paulstock/BBQ/Cabin weekend.
Save yourself. Fuzz ~J
To be honest I don’t remember much contact during that first weekend of faire, I’m sure I saw him around since he’s everywhere during faire but I don’t remember speaking to him in earnest until that following Tuesday.
The Friday night between the weekends is the Mid-Faire feast, it’s been that way for years, they charge $20 for a ticket and you go enjoy good music, great food, and hang out with your friends while supporting a worthy cause. I sadly couldn’t go because of Perfect Prayer, however on the Tuesday night before they had a freebie get together on-site and I went with my shiny new Laurell K. Hamilton and tried to read despite the wind whipping hair into my face and the sunlight almost blinding me. Since I’m still underage I was sitting on the tables outside the Toad trying to read. The photographer, whose name I couldn’t remember for the life of me, got bored and decided to come talk to me, I still have no idea what compelled him. We talked over the fence separating the bar from the younglings for about half an hour before I told him he was being ridiculous and that he should either go back to his friends or else come outside and join me. Surprisingly he decided to come out, saying that I was interesting company which made turn bright cherry, I’m hoping he thought it was a chill from the wind, or else he didn’t notice. We talked for almost two hours about photography (it’s his passion rather than his career, so he’s just as crazy as the rest of us who work our asses off for fun rather than a paycheck), his time in the air force, his job (he’s an IT-sys. admin, I think, most of the words he used left me blinking and smiling politely, hopefully it seemed like I understood him), my love of roller coasters (I think I must have looked crazed but he didn’t run in fright) and lord knows what else. Finally he said he had to go back to his friends and I said I ought to go home.
The last weekend of Faire I flirted with everyone shamelessly, as in my way when I play Ambrosia. The second Saturday party was lovely because I had Isaac and Caiti giving me hand massages while the photographer (whose name I struggled to remember the whole night- its Dave by the way) gave me a back rub, needless to say I was one content kitty. Dave stayed around and chatted with us until Bobadil ended and then ran off to play with the other adults at the Toad, apparently there was jousting and my baron went flying before promptly kicking Frank’s ass. Whenever I saw him during those last two days I’d tease him and try to get him to go peasant dance or to sit down and lounge, he kept turning me down but I think it was because he was genuinely busy rather than wanting to ditch me, he always teased me back and would track me down later.
At strike we chatted some more while everyone was winding down but before we started ripping everything apart. I tied ribbons around his neck, I have no idea why – they were at hand and I felt like doing something to him. Later I got them back and he told me he’d be back for them – we he did return I teased him and tried to get him to go for my back pocket himself but I think I must have pushed too far since he politely declined to grab my ass.
As strike was winding down (around Midnight, we were damn quick this year) I went around exchanging phone numbers, he asked for mine but neglected to give me his. I said goodnight and went off to talk to Pope who was leaving the next week. Along my way I found a bouquet of roses someone had thrown away, I gave one to Pope, two to Dave as he was getting into his truck, and kept the last one which is now hanging off of my bookcase.
- - -
Jesus I talk a lot, and we aren't even up to him asking me out or our first date, let alone the Paulstock/BBQ/Cabin weekend.
Save yourself. Fuzz ~J
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Date: 2007-08-20 07:02 am (UTC)I am avoiding my name to confound Google searches, I'm a friend of
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Date: 2007-08-21 12:04 am (UTC)PS I love your pic.
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Date: 2007-09-10 07:24 am (UTC)Hopefully I'll get to meet you in person when your travels bring you to my neck of the woods in a few weeks.
Just wanted to say hello... so Hello. :D
Oh, and I'm Susan and I live in North Pole, which gives me an "in" with Santa Claus.