A Gollum to your Smeagol?

[Lindale]

Originally Posted by alatar

Completely unrelated - mostly - is another kind of Gollum to my Smeagol (or vice versa). I'd dated this, well, girl, back in the day, and she and I could not have been more opposite. Forget that stuff about opposites attract - okay, so obviously we did for a few dates, but the more we learned about each other, the more we realized that we were from different universes and it was only that hormonal hyping that kept us from initially repelling each other like magnets. You name the topic, we were diametrically opposed. Public vs parochial schools, shocker vs conformist, sensible vs flighty, planner vs slacker, rah-rah school spirit junkie vs apathetic cynic, etc.

We still chat now and again (about our kids, families - is that clear that we don't have kids together as we just went on a few puppy love dates?), and I think the whole affair funny - of course she doesn't and refuses to even remember any of it.

ooh, a nice story.

I had something similar too--he was my first boyfriend, we met in college when I was in first year and he in his third year (the funny thing was how Tolkieny-Elvish he seemed to me at first, maybe that's the subconscious in me that wants something Elvish! The way he walks and talks, his height--at least for our people--and the way he dresses in all black and his long black hair reminds me of a cross between Eol and Feanor-figures.) So I was forever his Gollum if he was Smeagol, and everything except our opinions on stuff was similar: the food, taste in music, etc. We went out for a year, and it was fun, generally, if we didn't address the fact that our minds were drifting apart at an alarming rate, until we decided it was too much and love wasn't enough to keep us. Ah well, it was a graceful exit on both our parts, so no hard feelings, even if it is only after few months after our graceful exits. We mail each other every now and then, and sometimes I call him on the cel if my PC gets a virus or something or if I don't understand some academic stuff.

Also, this funny thing. I stole his hairbrush last Christmas, saying, "Patrick my love it's Christmas, precious, give us your brush!!"