Stolen from Buzz

[sweetsalome]

What Salome Means

You are the total package - suave, sexy, smart, and strong. You have the whole world under your spell, and you can influence almost everyone you know. You don't always resist your urges to crush the weak. Just remember, they don't have as much going for them as you do. You are usually the best at everything ... you strive for perfection. You are confident, authoritative, and aggressive. You have the classic "Type A" personality. You are relaxed, chill, and very likely to go with the flow. You are light hearted and accepting. You don't get worked up easily. Well adjusted and incredibly happy, many people wonder what your secret to life is. You are well rounded, with a complete perspective on life. You are solid and dependable. You are loyal, and people can count on you. At times, you can be a bit too serious. You tend to put too much pressure on yourself. You are confident, self assured, and capable. You are not easily intimidated. You master any and all skills easily. You don't have to work hard for what you want. You make your life out to be exactly how you want it. And you'll knock down anyone who gets in your way! You are friendly, charming, and warm. You get along with almost everyone. You work hard not to rock the boat. Your easy going attitude brings people together. At times, you can be a little flaky and irresponsible. But for the important things, you pull it together.

What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?

Um, yeah, I really don't think so.  How can I be Type A and be laid back and relaxed?  Seriously, I'm fucking pissed off now.  What kind of shit is this?  A bit too serious, really now?  Perfectionist?  Master any skill?  Are these clowns for real?

I know some people would laugh at the fact that it called me well adjusted. 

Once I stop laughing, I'll go back to crushing the weak. 

Comments

[dont-mockplants.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow - sorry you're so dissatisfied with your findings.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Laughs. I just find them so silly! I'm kinda frustrated in general. It's not your fault.

[dont-mockplants.livejournal.com]

I didn't think it was but it was just a very...passionate reaction. Not that you're not allowed to have passionate reactions.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Sometimes I get passionate for no reason. Now I feel bad about it. I am sorry.

[dont-mockplants.livejournal.com]

Oh, you don't have to be sorry. I wasn't offended, just surprised! And a little tired.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Why are you tired? Do you need a hug? I need one.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I do happen to think you are the total package...

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Do you? I've always wanted to be suave.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I was thinking more along the lines of sexy, smart and strong...and you're everything I want in a person.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*For once, she was speechless, and just grinned wildly. Finally, she found her voice.* Thank you.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*grins, so that's how you make the girl be quiet for thirty seconds* You're welcome.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Fidgeting nervously she licked her lips.* I gotta ask you a question, but I have to get something, okay? Can you wait, for like, one second?

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*shrugs, then nods, curious* I can wait. What are you up to now...*pauses then adds,* Not the bear suit, please, anything but that.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Groaning, she rolled her eyes and hurried out to the kitchen. A few moments later, she came back with something behind her back. Stopping, she took a deep breath and then revealed a bouquet (http://lh6.ggpht.com/pkimlala3/RjecdysPfiI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JH6W1UA_7No/991518_sta.jpg?imgmax=400).* Will . . .Will you go on a date with me?

*Oh she was nervous, afraid that he would think this was her goofing off again, that he would laugh at her.*

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He didn't say anything for a bit, he was too stunned. Touched. No one had ever given him flowers before, it was usually the other way around. Reaching for the gerber daisies, he smiled.* I'd love to go on a date with you, Salome.

*He kissed her cheek, just under hear ear and murmured softly.* Thank you.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Her eyes widened, her grin stretched from ear to ear as she tried to keep her hands from shaking. She was so sure he would say no, that he would laugh. Letting out a breathless laugh she swallowed.* Y-you are welcome, Mortie! I - I have it all planned out, do you like sushi? I mean that was just one half of it, we don't have to have that.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*Flowers in one hand, he brought an arm around her shoulders and hugged her. He could tell from her tone and the way she retracted things as soon as she said them that she was a bit anxious.* Sushi's fine...

*He'd never laugh at her for doing something so sweet, romantic even.* Surprise me?

*Another quick squeeze and he let her go, holding up the bouquet.* I should put these in water, don't want them to die.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*It took her a moment to hug him, she was just still in shock, still on cloud nine from him saying yes to her. Nodding she rocked back and forth on her heels as she put her hands in the back pockets of her shorts. If she didn't she would start biting her thumb nail, and he didn't like that.*

Yes, okay, it will be a surprise. But do you have tomorrow evening off, well we can do it tomorrow or the day after. It's an evening thing though, oh, and you should dress nice. Oh, do you like the flowers? They were just so beautiful and bright . . .

*All of a sudden she started blinking hard, she was going to cry, oh God Lord. Ducking her head she squeezed her eyes shut.* Yes, water would be good for them.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

I have tomorrow evening free...*And if he hadn't he would have rearranged his schedule just for her anyway. He was suddenly curious about what she had planned, a dress code was involved.* I think I can manage to dress for the occasion. How nice are we talking? Button down shirt and a blazer? Suit and tie?

*He turned to look at her, caught her expression and left the flowers on the counter to come back and hug her again.* Hey...hey, now...what wrong?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

Good, that will be perfect, I can make the reservations that day. *Licking her lips she glanced at him and smiled.* A collared shirt and slacks will be fine. There's no need for a tie or a blazer.

*Shaking her head she pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes. Stupid, Haokah, God of thunder. Laughing when she was sad, and crying when she was happy.* I'm just really happy right now, Mortie. *While she was, the tears and body language might suggest differently.*

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He chuckled softly at her emotional behavior. Poor girl. Rubbing her back he pressed kisses to her forehead and temples, rocked her gently in his embrace.* My sweet girl...what am I going to do with you?

*Smiling, he pulled back to look at her face, moved a hand to wipe her tear with his fingertips.* I'm happy too, okay?

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*Her arms wrapped around him, and she pressed her face against his shirt. Taking deep breaths, she tried to calm herself. She hadn't reacted like this before, but the flowers were so beautiful, and he had said yes to her . . .* I'm not normally like this, Mortie. I didn't mean to cry.

*Sniffling a little she blinked quickly before wiping her cheeks off with her sleeves.* Are you really? I wanted to ask you, and for it to be special.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He kissed her again, wanting to sooth her.* It's alright. There's nothing wrong with happy tears. *He didn't even care about the flowers at this point, he just wanted her to know it was okay to have feelings. He was hugging her again, holding her.* I tend to think of all the time we spend together as special.

[sweetsalome.livejournal.com]

*She managed to actually return the kiss this time, it was salty from her tears.* Nothing wrong, there isn't? Do you cry, Mortie? *Tears were forbidden at the Collins house, where everyone knows big girls don't cry. Her arms wrapped around him and she pressed tightly to him, rubbing his back gently.* Me too, I think about us a lot, and it always makes me so happy.

[pdg-mortie.livejournal.com]

*He swallowed hard, how was he going to tell her that he had cried...over her.* I do, sometimes. It happens.