One year plus of having Daphne, been through hell and back

In basic agreement of Pit_Viper's sentiments ("The Art of Creative Thinking"), I have to agree, but then again, this is my blog and it is my say. I know that some idiots have made fun of me, but then again, this is a doll-related site and I'm glad that there's blogging tools available. I guess general-purpose blogging tools (Blogger, Wordpress, .Mac/Apple MobileMe iWeb.app--yes, that is the real file name, just hit Command-I on the /Applications/iWeb icon and it would tell you...) wouldn't cut it, but then again, I guess that having a say on how I feel about doll ownership in society and my need of conveying them is key.

I know that Pit's going to do an article on how trolls (especially a couple whose names I'm not going to mention) do the things they do here on Coverdoll (saw him say so on TDF), but I'd thought that I'd get my three cents in. Okay, here goes my part, even though I'm going to try to let Pit_Viper have what he needs to say, and I'm going to have mine.

Let's just say that I have a wonderful girlfriend. I met her at what was supposed to be her and a supposed "friend's" birthday party a little over two years ago, but his super-inflated ego somehow turned it into what was his and only his day only, screw hers, even though that their birthdays are on the same day, just not the same year, thankfully. Everyone there were basically couples, but since I was there to meet my new RGF, I somewhat felt like an outsider. I knew that I still have a liking toward dolls, but I somehow also knew to keep my mouth shut about them, for one, I knew that the "birthday boy's" girlfriend would probably open her big mouth about it (and I dated her a few times before he did, yes, she does have one); and two, I didn't know what my new RGF's reaction toward my liking for dolls would be, if I brought it up. So, I erred on the safe side and didn't mention one peep about my affection toward dolls.

But unlike other girlfriends that I had before, this one was, and still is, different from them. A lot of other girlfriends this dude set me up with before were, for the most part, "pen pals." Mostly the only interaction I'd get from them was just the occasional phone call. One that I had, only called at very random times, and they were few and far apart. I had found out that her mother didn't like the persons setting me up with her, and with that, she didn't like me either. I even made plans to go visit her one day, but thinking of that day, I found out that I was part of a set-up. But I was thankful that the Interstate was nearby to get back on, because we went to a neighboring city to play D&D all afternoon, evening and night long at a comic book shop because the two people who offered to take me were also D&D players (we were strict followers of Rulebook Version 2.5, we couldn't understand Version 3 when Wizards of the Coast introduced it--I heard Version 4's more worse), because she told me that her parents weren't going to be there when me and my friends show up, but I was greeted by her mother and you probably can figure what had happened. So, my friends suggested that I come with them to play D&D because the driver said his rulebooks and our character sheets were in his trunk along with his dice, but I hesitated at first, but nothing gets me more enticed than free food. That is what it took to get me to go to the comic book shop to play for hours on end. I didn't get home until about two that next morning.

But enough of what had happened about ten or so years ago, because that is the past and a lot of people tell me that I should not worry about the past.

Okay, when I started out loving artificial females, all that I