So, yes. You heard correctly. Mr. Rush and I are going to marry. C: No, he didn't ask. He told me, and I prefer it that way. See, we'd discussed it pretty much since our first days as a couple. We knew where we were heading.

Y'see, I'm his cougar. I don't have time for trivial relationships because when I love someone I do it with every fiber of my being. I'm sorta intense like that. You may have noticed. I have a love/hate relationship with my personality. I'm actually more of a dragon than a cat. New fursona in the works. But anyway, he loves me. Despite and including my faults. Life with me isn't boring, he can and will get chewed out and smothered in boobs within 15 minutes. Give me another 5 and I'll have a mouthful. It's exciting!

I'm always looking to improve a situation, wanting to live the best life possible. That means my love had better be open to suggestions and if not get that way quick. In return for their openness towards my ideas, they get my undying love, devotion, and as much sexin as they can possibly desire and/or handle. srsly.

What do I expect from friends and social acquaintances? Respect for our relationship. If I've not established a friendship with you, don't touch my man. You will get hurt. I cannot stress this enough. He used to welcome any kind of physical touch from friends because he was starving for affection. I assure you, that isn't the case anymore. You'll have to behave yourself. If you want a piece of my man, muster your courage and talk to me about it. Make a request. It's a shot in the dark but who knows, you might be surprised.
I come from very strong D/s background and training. Don't bother trying to Dom/me me, shoving your way between us. Cats hold grudges and dragons will destroy you. But don't fret! Every friend I meet has an opportunity to win my heart. If you've managed it by showing respect and being kind, you'll know cause I beam with appreciation for every genuine soul I encounter.

Cut me a wee bit of slack if you find I'm a bit socially awkward. I'm not very chill, no matter how I try. I live by my instincts when it comes to people. If I'm sitting, quiet and calculating, watch out. I'm sniffing the air for signs of trouble. It may be there, it may not, but for some reason alarm bells are going off for me and I won't relax. Ever. I'm a details person usually and always watching my back and the backs of those I love. Or, I may be talking a hundred miles a minute, dominating the conversation. I'm a theater nerd. I've got the center stage and am enjoying it. Or I'm startled to see I've been in entertainer mode, holding the group hostage with my stories, and need a way to tactfully excuse myself and go hide. Socially awkward. Me. Ellis says I should do theater again, I think I very well might.

On that note, the wedding will be Halloween weekend this year. We hope to have it at a certain special place in San Jose, if we can afford to have a simple ceremony and kick ass party there. If not, we'll find something else totally awesome. If you've waded through this bunch of rambling and are seriously interested in attending the festivities, give a shout out. This is an informal count and will not ensure an invitation. I hope to have anyone who wants to come show up, but as you know, funds are tight. How about a byob pre-wedding reception and bachelor/bachelorette party rolled into one? Think of it as a mini furcon with strippers. And a tattoo artist. Yeah, I dream big. After the ceremony will be a simple appetizer mixer for the more conservative family members and furs who wish to behave like good little girls, boys, and everything in between. Again, don't know if I'll be able to afford it, but I want everyone to have an amazing time. Especially Mr. Rush. Man, I get to spoil him forever. Yesssss....


*disclaimer* woke up from sleeping in the sun with my brain half-baked and overheated when I started this monstrosity of a journal. There are typos. Not proofreading, Ask questions as you will to clarify.