Point the First: Ok, the idea was a little off the wall, I knew this as did the Other Half. We had agreed how we would get Pilf and Afaon to meet - the whole gift thing, and what the follow on would be - they would cross paths in Silvermoon, but beyond that we hadn't planned anything. I was more resistant to not planning than the Other Half was - truth be told I suspect that he would have liked more discussion and more planning as he's more of a thinker than I am, I tend to charge into stuff and then worry about how to actually _do_ it at the point where I'm all caught up in it anyway. But what I really didn't want was to over-think it, and seeing as how it's not how 'we' would act but how 'they' would behave, there didn't seem to be a great deal of point in over-analysis.
Point the Second: It was a lot harder than you'd think. The Other Half and I did our 'date' period, we now live together and have done for 2 years. And we all know the drill when you start living together - after the initial rush of 'wheee we have unlimited access to each other' has worn off - she discovers that not only does he break wind regularly and odouriferous-ly he does it in bed; he discovers that the matching underwear is consigned to the 'occasional use only' drawer, and don't even think that you get to decide what constitutes a 'special occasion', to use random examples. But actually, on that point I have a question... To all the ladies out there (and maybe to the gentlemen, I would hate to put people into boxes!) why do we give men the impression that scratchy lace underwear is something that we regularly wear, nay, enjoy wearing? Who really enjoys wearing underwear that is deliberately made to cut into your bottom? Do we know anyone who really-truly-honestly and routinely wears stockings or holdups? We have no-one to blame but ourselves, I suggest, that when for years to come our chap buys us this type of kit for birthdays, Christmas, anniversaries and Valentines, where upon we are offended. I only know one person who actually wears matching underwear (the comfy cotton 'matching' but beyond the usual 'bra is black so I guess knickers should also be black' type 'matching', you understand, not sexeh lace 'you are on a promise tonight baybee' 'matching') and it's very much her dirty little secret that she wails about when she has imbibed one to many: Someone tell meeeeee - why do I have a 1950s housewife inside me battling to get out??? (Yes, I know WoW blog - not the place for gender politics, especially from a woman who plays a blood elf female as her main.) Ahem. Where was I before we took a paddle in the TMI river? Oh yes, the oddness of having to not know the person you live with. But it's not really the Other Half that Pilf is interacting with, it's Afaon, and neither I nor she knows much about him. So we have to let them find their own way.
Point the Third: I know who Pilf is, how she thinks, how she feels, how she reacts. The Other Half knows as much as the rest of the people who read this blog and not much more than that. I on the other hand don't even have that much information about Afaon aside from the Other Half's view of the initial thang. The Other Half would be the first to admit that Afaon is just growing into 'himself' having always been a meat shield and not much more up until now. So the Other Half is at, I would suggest, a slight disadvantage already. When you now add 'our' personalities to this, and anyone who has ever been in gchat, vent or both, will probably agree that I might be fractionally more talkative and extrovert than he is, it all gets interesting. Because Pilf ain't like me is she? Pilf's not the let it all hang out - default spec is wench persona that I am (on the interwebz). So Pilf and Afaon's relationship isn't going to mirror 'our' relationship from the get-go. Which is good and just how it should be, but if you take two shy, repressed and introverted people and put them in a room together... well it isn't likely to be all crackling electricity and charged looks is it? Then add all the pressures of being Sin'dorei, and Pilf's hang-ups and Afaon's issues to the pot as well. Is it starting to seem complicated yet?
Point the Fourth: I know no-one is making me/him/us do this but I/we want to. I have no desire, zip, nix, nada to get Pilf romancing with someone random on the server. None at all, and I assume that the Other Half would find it incredibly difficult if I did, because damn straight, if the shoe was on the other foot, I would be chucking my toys out of the pram (and other equally mixed metaphors as well). Yes, it's pixels, but we all know that behind those pixels lurk