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Nov. 13th, 2019 08:46 pm"We don't bite!" my friend said when a bunch of people seemed to appear at the poly meet in the pub all at once, but were sort of hovering around. I was sitting at one side of a long table and no one moved to sit in any of the space next to me.
There were the obligatory "unless you ask nicely" comments that follow this particular encouragement to sit near strangers. And then my friend said "well, I bite my noms" and looked down at her macaroni and cheese in front of her on the table.
I've never been a big fan of "noms" to mean food, but maybe because of the context, why we were all there (my first poly social in actual years because I used to hate them, so it might've made an impression on me), I said "my noms" sounded like a cute collective word for someone's partners. The people delicious to them. Heh.
There were the obligatory "unless you ask nicely" comments that follow this particular encouragement to sit near strangers. And then my friend said "well, I bite my noms" and looked down at her macaroni and cheese in front of her on the table.
I've never been a big fan of "noms" to mean food, but maybe because of the context, why we were all there (my first poly social in actual years because I used to hate them, so it might've made an impression on me), I said "my noms" sounded like a cute collective word for someone's partners. The people delicious to them. Heh.