The standard Celestial Teapot shpiel should sort this one but I'm afraid of somehow tilting the equality equation over. Not trying to dominate (much less getting Napoleon syndrome because she has a PhD) was one of a number of things she cited as grounds for wanting to progress. She has a knack for sticking me in dilemmas. I'm pouring myself a wee dram of Aberlour A'bunadh (59.6% cask strength) and hoping it stays on a purely intellectual level. She's smrt.
She's again warned me about daddy whom I will meet only -- fuck me -- nine days from now. He's Victorian. He liked her ex. A lot. He believes I stole her away or something to that effect. I'm going to get some face time with him on Saturday which will not be nearly as amusing a part of our trip as will be arrival on Friday in lederhosen and dirndl to attend a party. At least her gran is already a fan, if only because I'm not Catholic.
In other news: RIG stumbled across something at work yesterday and had an idea on how to troll the fuck out of the expats' board. It was beautiful, made only more so by us honing the idea together while at a drinks meet-up last night with them all around us. It worked. I love her so much.
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