My sweetheart
I was posting to a humour group on Usenet (that's what we used to use before message boards, kids) and she liked my sense of humour. She followed the link in my signature to my webpage (that's what we used to have before FaceSpace, kids) where I had a few short stories I'd written. She emailed me (that's what we used to use before instant messaging, kids - okay, maybe people still use that one) suggesting that as a creative writing teacher, she could maybe review my stuff and give me some pointers?

Never one to turn down free professional advice I eagerly agreed and we started to correspond. Strangely very little reviewing was done - there was rather more idle chit-chat and gradually intensifying flirting.

I guess the point where we crossed the line from chatting to flirting was when she suggested baking me some cookies, and I avowed that I looked forward to someday nibbling on her tasty treats. It started to get intense after that.

Then we moved to ICQ (is that still around?), until finally the first phonecall.

I thought my heart was going to burst from my chest and run around the room like a hyperactive terrier on smack, but I managed to get through it without making a complete tit of myself. I have no idea what either of us said, I just remember the way her voice made me feel - as it still does, ten years on.

Since then we still talk on the phone on a regular basis; she's visited here several times and I've been over there twice (she lives halfway round the world from me). Still talking about one of us moving to the other, but not quite got there yet, as we're both a bit lazy. In a year or two, perhaps...
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 7:10, 7 replies)

click!
"hyperactive terrier on smack"

*click!*
(twiceydrinker hmmm is it pint time?, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 9:14, closed)

I'm being pedantic but
I don't think hyperactivity is a by-product of smack.
The smackheads I saw were gouching out in a bus station with their eyes rolling back.
(oneinthepink is at your cervix m'lady, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 9:52, closed)

to be fair, he didn't say that the hyperactivity
of the metaphorical terrier was caused by smack.

that said, I imagine that a hyperactive terrier on smack is more subdued than your normal terrier
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 11:04, closed)

^
I would postulate that the hyperactivity and inherent drug abuse by the said terrier would probably cancel the behavioural extremes out.

I imagine a hyperactive terrier on smack would be rather a well behaved, relaxed terrier, suppressing perhaps the odd shiver.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 11:53, closed)

Maybe
That's what he was trying to get at at.

"As I ran around the room like a dog who's behavioural traits had been balanced by the effects of strong depressent narcotics"

That'll be it
( Madam Marlboro wonders if you've found her yet, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 13:00, closed)

Ramble Ramble Ramble
You're so down with the kids and drug culture you need a good clicking !
(TwinkleFuckingToes Has a ingrown toe nail, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 14:00, closed)

Crikey
I'd love to claim that my metaphorsimile reflected the conflicting impulses to simultaneously have a panic attack and to be drugged by my beloveds velvety voice, but actually I just thought "smack" sounded better than "speed". I've no idea what it is.

I was all imminent panic attack at the time.
( The Light in Chains don't touch the Pope's boner, Wed 3 Sep 2008, 17:44, closed)