No room for rumor in Ryan and Randie’s relationship? Perhaps a period of platonic yet personal playtime is prescribed? Often followed by a formal friendly feeling of fellowship and occasional bursts of affection and romance?
Seems that Max lives in a fantasy world of his own making where he spreads rumours on things he imagines, and even when confronted by reality, he can’t seem to grasp the truth.
Randie’s hopeless sound-off is SO (not) going to stop Max’s hopeless romanticism. Being a romantic is probably part of his latin genetic makeup, and likely colors everything he sees. The more Randie gets upset, the more Max is apt to she her hot-blooded romantic passion.
Randie’d get her message across so much better if she swiped the side of his head with her “Scrambler” and messed up his neatly coiffed hairdo.
Yikes, Joe. This is a family site…and…would alcohol (brew pub ale) be involved?
Stick… Romanticism? It’s more like should-be-minding-his-own-business-ism… Max’s ego would play in here… he’d want to be the first one on the block with news… and he’d want to be the one to shout it out!
Mast: yepper.
Joe… I think Randie would rather rumors not take shape, although with the two of them living together, I don’t know what she was expecting.
No room for rumor in Ryan and Randie’s relationship? Perhaps a period of platonic yet personal playtime is prescribed? Often followed by a formal friendly feeling of fellowship and occasional bursts of affection and romance?
Seems that Max lives in a fantasy world of his own making where he spreads rumours on things he imagines, and even when confronted by reality, he can’t seem to grasp the truth.
Gah! If I was in Randie’s position, there’d be a big Max-shaped hole in the wall…
Oh, slap.
Randie’s hopeless sound-off is SO (not) going to stop Max’s hopeless romanticism. Being a romantic is probably part of his latin genetic makeup, and likely colors everything he sees. The more Randie gets upset, the more Max is apt to she her hot-blooded romantic passion.
Randie’d get her message across so much better if she swiped the side of his head with her “Scrambler” and messed up his neatly coiffed hairdo.
Yikes, Joe. This is a family site…and…would alcohol (brew pub ale) be involved?
Were I Randie, at this point, Max would be aching all over for months.
Max-shaped hole, indeed, Astragali!
Stick… Romanticism? It’s more like should-be-minding-his-own-business-ism… Max’s ego would play in here… he’d want to be the first one on the block with news… and he’d want to be the one to shout it out!
Mast: yepper.
Joe… I think Randie would rather rumors not take shape, although with the two of them living together, I don’t know what she was expecting.