First off, X drew the goat eating my trousers and kindly gave me permission to post it here:
It's pretty brilliant and I'm relieved it features the goat more prominently than my trousers. Thank you, X.
Mazarin wanted to know about my first date with L. I'm not quite sure what to count as the first one, but I suppose it's got to be the first where we got together, on our own, without the boys, specifically to drink coffee in an awkward fashion.
Just finding that much time took a while. Sherlock wasn't at school yet, and I hadn't found more than one of Mycroft's tutors. I had to get Mrs Hudson to watch them, and then I had to explain repeatedly to Sherlock why he couldn't come along and what the difference was between a date and just two people drinking coffee together.
It was a Sunday, I think, and we met at a place near NSY. The woman who took our order gave me a very dark look indeed. At the time I wondered if she thought I was going to steal the cutlery. She's warmed up somewhat since though, so maybe she was just worried I wasn't good enough for L.
We drank coffee. We talked about the boys and their mum, and the investigation that she'd basically made disappear into the ether. It was a little... I dunno. Slow, I suppose. Vaguely awkward pauses. Lots of smiling and not quite knowing what to say. I assume L was restraining himself from making dirty jokes, which must've been quite limiting, and I was trying not to... Well, put him off in any way.
I was a miserable bastard and I couldn't imagine why he'd want anything to do with me, and I was a miserable bastard with two young kids to take care of - not generally what most people are looking for. So I was probably trying too hard. Maybe we both were.
We were only there for about an hour, and I left feeling I should've done something differently, but he rang me up the next day to ask if I wanted to do it again. Of course I said yes.
It's pretty brilliant and I'm relieved it features the goat more prominently than my trousers. Thank you, X.
Mazarin wanted to know about my first date with L. I'm not quite sure what to count as the first one, but I suppose it's got to be the first where we got together, on our own, without the boys, specifically to drink coffee in an awkward fashion.
Just finding that much time took a while. Sherlock wasn't at school yet, and I hadn't found more than one of Mycroft's tutors. I had to get Mrs Hudson to watch them, and then I had to explain repeatedly to Sherlock why he couldn't come along and what the difference was between a date and just two people drinking coffee together.
It was a Sunday, I think, and we met at a place near NSY. The woman who took our order gave me a very dark look indeed. At the time I wondered if she thought I was going to steal the cutlery. She's warmed up somewhat since though, so maybe she was just worried I wasn't good enough for L.
We drank coffee. We talked about the boys and their mum, and the investigation that she'd basically made disappear into the ether. It was a little... I dunno. Slow, I suppose. Vaguely awkward pauses. Lots of smiling and not quite knowing what to say. I assume L was restraining himself from making dirty jokes, which must've been quite limiting, and I was trying not to... Well, put him off in any way.
I was a miserable bastard and I couldn't imagine why he'd want anything to do with me, and I was a miserable bastard with two young kids to take care of - not generally what most people are looking for. So I was probably trying too hard. Maybe we both were.
We were only there for about an hour, and I left feeling I should've done something differently, but he rang me up the next day to ask if I wanted to do it again. Of course I said yes.
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Aw, this is lovely. And makes me want to hug you both, yet again. Good question Mazarin, great answer Danger.
I was trying to restrain myself in a lot of ways.
And trying to remember how dating worked. And trying not to look like a desperate old man.
Basically :)
Awwww. That sounds like a lovely first date. I think even though you had already met each other and been through a bit of trouble, there is still always that inevitable awkwardness that comes from trying to get to know someone better.
I'm so happy it all worked out for you two!
I think the problem with meeting surrounded by murderers, kids and half the sas, is it's hard to know where to rewind to when you meet again in slightly grey old London.
Or at least, I found it hard.
Going by the results, it is obvious that there was nothing you should have done differently--either of you.
*warm fuzzies*
RR - yeah, I was really lucky there.
L - that, yes. Where do you start when you meet like that? Bit difficult. Still, we didn't do too badly, did we? :)
I'm glad that L at least had the woman at the local coffee place to look out for his interests. Good thing she approved of you, J. :) (Now, if you could give each other a hug from your internet frinds, please.)
Hah, Janka was just suspicious because Danger pondered having a cup of tea. In a coffee shop. He'd have gone right in her bad books. But redeemed himself by ordering coffee in the end.
hugs given, Calliope
But it's TEA! Doesn't that get an automatic pass in the UK?
Not in one of the best coffee shops in London, no!
I feel so disillusioned.
I fear I would have gone right into her bad books, Lestrade. Although perhaps she would have been forgiving if she knew coffee makes me sick, and tea is certainly the nectar of the Gods?
Piplover - there are many fine tea shops, she'd have sent you to one of those!
It's why we get along so well - we both appreciate the finer points of coffee.
John, that's a very sweet story. I can just picture the pair of you smiling awkwardly at each other :-)
Lestrade - I know it's difficult to find a coffee shop that makes a decent cup of tea, but being glared at for ordering a cuppa? That might just have been a dealbreaker for me :-p
I hope you guys had a fun day out on the bike :-)
BTW - my birthday today and I'm now officially halfway between John and Lestrade. Which is certainly an image to be going on with :-) *ahem* Don't mind me, that's just the champagne talking...
Happy Birthday Nameless. Do enjoy your position!
Many happy returns, Nameless!
L - well, she does make very good coffee. But still. I think she could make equally good tea if she tried.
Oh, thanks for answering my question! And yes, first dates like that, given your rather...unconventional meeting, do leave things just a tad awkward. I mean, "So, how about those helicopters, eh?" isn't exactly "getting to know you" material! But you guys did just fine, obviously.
I'm glad I don't have to do the dating thing any more, but I'd love to find a girlfriend for my husband's twin brother, and experience it all vicariously again! :)
I did check Danger liked coffee first! If he'd had said he wasn't too bothered we'd have gone to a general purveyor of hot drinks, not a coffee shop.
Nameless - well, okay, there might have been a bit of glaring because she knows me and might have been a little defensive of this tea-drinker I'd turned up with. :)
Happy birthday - hope you had a great day!
If he'd had said he wasn't too bothered we'd have gone to a general purveyor of hot drinks
Thought you were going to say if I'd said I wasn't too bothered you might not have gone through with it!
Gorgeous, check. Funny, check. Utterly adorable, check. Seems halfway interested in me, check.
Oh...only likes tea. Binned.
I'm not quite that in love with my coffee!
Ah, but it's always been there for you, through thick and thin! How could I hope to compete?
You're hot, strong, with hidden depths and keep me up all night - you virtually are my coffee.
If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go and hide under the duvet until you've all read my post today and finished ripping the piss out of me.
Bye.
Hee, my pleasure John. ;) I would have spent more time on the trouser area, but I figured that's Greg's area of expertise and I shouldn't linger. :P
Retrospectively, that is an adorable first date. There's something rather heartening in knowing that even with a bit of an awkward start, things can develop into something great. I don't imagine many love stories begin with helicopters, pint size geniuses, and isolated castles on moors after all....
Happy birthday, Nameless.
Lol. You two are adorable.
Thanks all! Feeling just ever so slightly tipsy from champagne :-)
Happy birthday, Nameless!
Aw, it's nice to know that even people as well-suited as you two seem to be can still have the awkward getting-to-know-you stage!
I once went to a tiny, trendy local coffee place with a flatmate, and he tried to order herbal tea, to general mirth. I love tea too, but there's a time and a place...
Oh, and I love the goat drawing - it looks very determined!
Happy birthday, Nameless!
X - that's a very compelling picture of a most determined goat!
Messrs Danger and Goodhead - glad you two bumbled your way into your current state of adorableness.
Thanks, everyone :) I didn't originally intend for the goat to look so demonic, but I was laughing too hard to draw straight, as it were.
No new piece today, though the Jude one is now finished. I'm now posting them to a shared creative LJ (linked through my name). ((Link goes directly to my art tag since other posts may contain... well, exactly the kinds of things L accuses us of posting :P. So be warned if you look around further.))
If you have a particular image you'd like to see arted, let me know!
On a blog question note -- John, any memorable childhood shenanigans with you and Harry? I ask as the younger of two girls; I always ended up being blamed for everything and I was a SAINT, I tell ya.
Argh, link fail. Should be corrected now.
And another question, while I'm thinking of it -- since you mentioned your fondness for Montreal bagels, I'm curious what brought you to Canada? (Can you tell I'm a Canadian reader here? heh).
X - that picture of Jude is brilliant. I am very impressed.
Thanks for the birthday wishes guys - I had a lovely day, even if I did have to go to work. But outside of work, there was chocolate and champagne, and most importantly my very favourite person, so it was all good.
X - I love your artwork, it's great.
\o/, Nameless. Enjoy the rest of your Sherlock-authorized birthday week!
Question for you should you run out of ideas towards the end of the month!
What are your hopes for the future for Sherlock and Mycroft?
MTMM
Good morning, all!
I was supposed to be heading for the dentist this afternoon (that HAS to be Lestrade's fault, somehow!) but as I still can't stop coughing it's clearly not going to happen.
No, no, I'm not afraid of the dentist. And it has nothing to do with it, anyway!
Which gives me a question for you, John--have you any irrational fears?
(And fear of spiders as large as your face is not irrational, so it doesn't count.)
fear of spiders as large as your face
It's not the baby ones you need to worry about...
Ha!
it's not the baby ones you need to worry about...
D:
So if John is Lestrade's coffee... Does it means Lestrade is John's tea? (or brandy?)
And I'm really glad you found each other... =]
Danger, danger, my lovely danger, anything you want for dinner?
I...think I'm making something. We'll see how it turns out and if it's a disaster you can get us pizza?
Sherlock now wants it to be a disaster.
Did the case get thrown out?
Ha. I can, but I'm sure it won't.
Yes it did. There's a dent in my forehead from banging it against the wall.
Sorry, love. Does it help, the head banging?
Helps me on my way to blissful oblivion.
Has Sherlock sabotaged your cooking? Or am I safe to come home pizza-less?
You're safe I think.
You are the most wonderful boyfriend a bloke could ever wish for.
And you even said that after dinner! Amazing.
it was nice! don't do yourself down.
don't do yourself down.
Hear, hear! I once handed in a paper in high school and started on a list of things that I thought I hadn't done very well, and the teacher cut me off, saying, "Never tell me what's wrong with your work--maybe I'll like it!" It was a very useful life lesson. :)
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