{"id":238,"date":"2011-10-08T14:52:02","date_gmt":"2011-10-08T21:52:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/?p=238"},"modified":"2011-10-08T14:52:02","modified_gmt":"2011-10-08T21:52:02","slug":"ten-tips-for-getting-your-man-to-commit","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/ten-tips-for-getting-your-man-to-commit\/","title":{"rendered":"Ten Tips for Getting Your Man to Commit"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>By Minim Calibre<\/p>\n<p>Notes: From the advice\/book\/thing of the same name. Old Skool ficathon assignment: &#8220;Wesley and Gunn (friendship or slashy. Your choice.), AtS, Season Two, Gunn teaching Wesley the secret handshake. The boys out fighting demons, no angst. (There may be a skosh. Just a little. Not much. Mostly none. Honest.)&#8221; Gunn\/Wes, PG.<\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p><strong>1. Make it easy for him to confide in you by listening without giving him advice or criticizing him.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I still can&#8217;t believe he sacked us.&#8221; Wesley confesses about four girly drinks into the night, and Gunn&#8217;s glad they left Cordelia behind this time, because one mopey woman giving off the just-been-dumped vibe&#8217;s enough for him.<\/p>\n<p>Besides, last time one of them said the A word, Cordelia didn&#8217;t take it at all well. Took it with a mean right hook to Gunn&#8217;s shoulder, as a matter of fact.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, well, this is one time it sure as hell ain&#8217;t us, it&#8217;s him.&#8221; Gunn drains his beer and stands up to head towards the bar. &#8220;You up for another round?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>2. Make your man feel special by showing him that you love him for himself alone.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Cordelia&#8217;s got the day off. Something about an audition. So it&#8217;s just the two of them at the Artist Formerly Known As Angel Investigations. Boy&#8217;s night in, manning the phones, manning the desk, and man, this is lame.<\/p>\n<p>Wesley&#8217;s researching some demon they heard was spotted out in West Hollywood. Gunn&#8217;s supposed to be organizing their case files. All what, three of them? That&#8217;s not going to take long. He taps the pencil against the side of the desk, watching Wesley flip through a book that looks&#8230; suspiciously like a crossword dictionary.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You sure you&#8217;ve got info on our demon boy in that?&#8221; Wesley jumps, and the guilty look on his face makes it hard for Gunn to keep from laughing. &#8220;Busted. How &#8217;bout we close up shop and go do some field work instead?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>3. Try to be natural. Be yourself and don&#8217;t conceal your tastes or the things you like.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;A comic book store, Gunn? I thought we were researching a case.&#8221; Wesley pushes his glasses up with one slim index finger, brows raised right up over the rim.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You can learn a lot about strategy from these things, English.&#8221; So sue him, it&#8217;s release day, and a guy has to get his pulls. &#8220;Check this out.&#8221; He pulls a title off the shelf and hands it to Wes.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;So you&#8217;re saying Cordelia and I should outfit ourselves in spandex and simply quip at the demons?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Gunn thinks of Cordelia in spandex and grins a little. Thinks of Wes in spandex and moves a little closer to the shelves to hide his reaction. &#8220;Bears thinking.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>4. Give your man the sense that he can keep his freedom &#8211; at least to a reasonable degree.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yo, any paying customers happen to call while I was out?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Cordelia shakes her head, keeping her eyes glued to the copy of Vogue that&#8217;s supposed to be sitting in the space she insists on calling the waiting area. &#8220;Nope.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Didn&#8217;t think so. Hey, Wesley, what do you say we take off and see if we can find ourselves some demon ass to bust pro bono?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>At least Wesley looks at him when he shakes his head no. &#8220;I&#8217;m afraid I&#8217;m to go to a gallery opening with Virginia tonight. Perhaps tomorrow, assuming we&#8217;ve no actual business to take care of?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Gunn nods, smiles. &#8220;Yeah, tomorrow.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>5. Don&#8217;t let him do too much for you or spend too much, (even if he volunteers).<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re certain you don&#8217;t need anything?&#8221; Wesley&#8217;s finally finished going through the last of their boxes, and is getting ready to head out for the night. Virginia&#8217;s waiting out front with his coat and her car keys, and Gunn doesn&#8217;t want to keep them.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Nah.&#8221; He bounces the basketball against the fake wood panelling, watches the books shake a little from the impact, and decides maybe that wasn&#8217;t such a great idea. Not much point in sticking around. Maybe he should take off, go see what the boys are up to, kick a little ass and take a couple names. &#8220;I&#8217;m good.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Thank you, Gunn. Don&#8217;t forget to lock up when you leave.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>6. Don&#8217;t make your man jealous as a device to build his interest in you.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hey, you with the horns! Bring it on, bitch.&#8221; Yeah, that&#8217;s enough to get the Artingle demon to turn away from Wesley and start hauling its sorry, scaly ass over to Gunn&#8217;s side of the alley. &#8220;That&#8217;s right, baby. Big daddy Charles here is gonna make you feel something you&#8217;ll never forget.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Gunn swings the axe extra-hard, right through the neck and into next week. Problem is, the Artingle doesn&#8217;t seem too keen on stopping any time soon, head or no.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Gunn, duck!&#8221; Wesley&#8217;s half-ordering, half-yelping, then there&#8217;s a flash of flare gun, a burst of blue-white, and no more demon.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Next time, English? You&#8217;re the decoy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>7. Insist on sexual fidelity once you feel you need it.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Through, over, kaput?&#8221; Gunn balances the phone between his shoulder and his ear. Cordelia spilled the beans about the break up, but if he&#8217;s on Wesley watch duty tonight, he figures he should probably know officially.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes, Gunn. Through, over, kaput.&#8221; Wesley&#8217;s starting to sound testy. &#8220;And as my former relationship with Virginia isn&#8217;t especially relevant to our current situation, I&#8217;d appreciate it if you stopped asking me about it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He&#8217;s only asked the once, but far be it from him to argue with the man. &#8220;I&#8217;ll be over around 7, 7:30. Chinese good?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Hears a long-suffering sigh through the plastic. &#8220;Yes, Chinese will be fine.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>8. Help your man to accept the fact that he needs you and loves you.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Gunn, I already told Cordelia that I don&#8217;t need a baby sitter.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yeah, well, leave you here by yourself, you&#8217;re liable to tear those stitches open again, and it&#8217;s not like we&#8217;ve got medical. Hell, we didn&#8217;t even have COBRA.&#8221; Gunn sets the tray with the tea and those biscuit things down in front of Wesley. It&#8217;s all routine now: two sugars, lemon, no milk, a half-dozen digestives, and a handful of pills for pain and infection. &#8220;Besides,&#8221; he adds, grabbing a cookie for himself before he picks up the remote control, &#8220;this way I get free use of your cable.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Wesley sighs, leans back gently against the arm of the couch, a faint smile teasing at the corners of his mouth, next to the crumbs Gunn wants to brush off. &#8220;Anything good on?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Gunn grins and gives into the temptation, brushing off the crumbs and playing it up like he&#8217;s Mary Poppins or something. &#8220;Tango and Cash.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p><strong>9. After a few months, insist that your man introduce you to his family and friends and to anyone important in his life.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Feels weird, being back in the hotel, having Angel back with them. Gunn&#8217;s trying to make it feel as normal as possible, trying to work past the awkward.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re doing it all wrong.&#8221; Gunn grabs Wesley&#8217;s hand, guiding it through the motions again. &#8220;Up, down, side to side, punch.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Wesley raises his eyebrows. &#8220;I don&#8217;t recall it being this elaborate last time.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;New variation.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I didn&#8217;t realize handshakes needed variations.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Variety&#8217;s the spice of life. Let&#8217;s try this one again. One. Two. Three&#8230; &#8221;<\/p>\n<p>All wrong doesn&#8217;t begin to describe the next attempt. Somehow, they get tangled up trying to sort it out, and next thing Gunn knows, he&#8217;s kissing Wesley like there&#8217;s no tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>And maybe the world is ending, cause Wesley&#8217;s kissing him back.<\/p>\n<p><strong>10. Guard against giving your man more than you really want to over a long period of time.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Things are different since Pylea. Angel&#8217;s gone, Fred&#8217;s here, but that&#8217;s not what&#8217;s bugging Gunn.<\/p>\n<p>There&#8217;s a distance, kind of a disconnect, every time he and Wes talk, or go out on a case, or one of their not-dates, or anything. And it&#8217;s not all just Wes trying hard to fill Angel&#8217;s size 12s. A lot of it&#8217;s him.<\/p>\n<p>Watching. Wondering.<\/p>\n<p>Wishing he weren&#8217;t sure that if the time was right, and the cause was right, Wes would put him out on the line with a grim lie about his chances for the sake of the mission.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Wesley confesses about four girly drinks into the night, and Gunn&#8217;s glad they left Cordelia behind this time, because one mopey woman giving off the just-been-dumped vibe&#8217;s enough for him.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17,10,80,18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-238","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-angel-the-series","category-challenge","category-old-skool-ficathon","category-wesleygunn"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/238","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=238"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/238\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":240,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/238\/revisions\/240"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=238"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=238"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.adamao.org\/minim\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=238"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}