Howard Anthony Walter Stark, Jr. (
oneslickedison) wrote in
dear_mun2012-02-14 06:41 pm
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On this word ... 'manwhore'...
Dear Mundane,
All right, let's have a chat, you and I.
Now, when you use the phrase, 'you cantz has all the wominz', you might be referring to my ... healthy interest in the opposite sex in the Facility. I will admit, I'm not the settling down kind, and since I haven't heard any complaints I doubt I'll be halting in my open appreciation for Jenny. Or Inara. Or Lois. Peggy's still in love with Steve. Kenzi, as you well know, is just a very good friend and yes, I like her a great deal but the poor kid is worried that I'm going to up and disappear on her. I'd rather not pull her in any deeper when I don't even know if I'll be there tomorrow. You know that place is cracker-jack box crazy.
Which is the point there, my darling mun. I do not have a crystal ball. I don't know the future. I don't know if any of the women I find so intriguing will like me next week, or even tomorrow. So of course I'm going to keep chasing them - half the fun is trying to keep them chasing after me in kind. Your mistake is in thinking that I consider this a game. Nope, never, not even a little. You don't play games with dames - especially not dames like these.
Think of it more ... as a good friend of mine like to say, like a dance. He was big on finding the right partner. So am I - but I like to dance a lot more than he ever did, and if no one has an issue with me swinging around the floor with someone else, well, that's someone I'll be asking to take a turn with me.
I've got a wrench, some fantastic ideas, a half a pack of smokes, and a love of whiskey and a weakness for strong, intelligent, competent women who will just as soon as shoot me as let me get away with anything on the sly ...
Mmm. Yes.
Anyways, I'm just me, sweetheart. Howard Stark. I don't want all the 'wominz'.
One will be fine. Two will be swell. Three would be pure heaven. I'm not greedy - just ... generous with my time.
Sincerely,
Howard Anthony Walter Stark
All right, let's have a chat, you and I.
Now, when you use the phrase, 'you cantz has all the wominz', you might be referring to my ... healthy interest in the opposite sex in the Facility. I will admit, I'm not the settling down kind, and since I haven't heard any complaints I doubt I'll be halting in my open appreciation for Jenny. Or Inara. Or Lois. Peggy's still in love with Steve. Kenzi, as you well know, is just a very good friend and yes, I like her a great deal but the poor kid is worried that I'm going to up and disappear on her. I'd rather not pull her in any deeper when I don't even know if I'll be there tomorrow. You know that place is cracker-jack box crazy.
Which is the point there, my darling mun. I do not have a crystal ball. I don't know the future. I don't know if any of the women I find so intriguing will like me next week, or even tomorrow. So of course I'm going to keep chasing them - half the fun is trying to keep them chasing after me in kind. Your mistake is in thinking that I consider this a game. Nope, never, not even a little. You don't play games with dames - especially not dames like these.
Think of it more ... as a good friend of mine like to say, like a dance. He was big on finding the right partner. So am I - but I like to dance a lot more than he ever did, and if no one has an issue with me swinging around the floor with someone else, well, that's someone I'll be asking to take a turn with me.
I've got a wrench, some fantastic ideas, a half a pack of smokes, and a love of whiskey and a weakness for strong, intelligent, competent women who will just as soon as shoot me as let me get away with anything on the sly ...
Mmm. Yes.
Anyways, I'm just me, sweetheart. Howard Stark. I don't want all the 'wominz'.
One will be fine. Two will be swell. Three would be pure heaven. I'm not greedy - just ... generous with my time.
Sincerely,
Howard Anthony Walter Stark
