Profile is dead. I may never respond to your messages, though I will probably still read them if they come. Good luck finding a mate.

What is a Samantha? Well, long ago when the earth was new, it was decided by all that things just weren't running quite right; A cog was missing from the machine. Many things were substituted, but even with frequent lubrication and screw-tightening, things just didn't run smoothly. One day there was a great gathering to discuss just what was needed to fix the problem. Samantha was created, and for a while all was good, but then she slipped out through a dimensional pocket into this version of Earth. Here the cog has already been put in place, and Samantha is just useless extra piece with a stamp that reads "please return to manufacturer."

Less metaphorical anecdote, more linear description!

I was born a cute little red-head with a flair for drama and manipulation. I would have had a pony if my daddy wasn't out of his depth in debt. My first years out from under my mom's skirt were spent at a school that focused on teaching science from a young age. I excelled in all areas. I was doing algebra in kindergarten and had a 6th grade reading level by first grade. I was no genius, but I was damn smart. I was also a bit of a ruffian. The school was primarily a reform school for wayward children, so it was quite violent. I was tough and often bullying, though I mad the distinction of only bullying other bullies.
I hit puberty in third grade. I knew a fifth grade girl who was pretending that she was on her period. I remember a hilarious moment in which I found her alone and said something akin to "I know what you're doing. If you were really bleeding I would be able to smell it on you..." Yay creepy little girl time. (on a side note, Apparently it is uncommon to be able to smell when a women is menstruating. I can with a few people, and the smell makes me feel nauseous. That girl could have actually been on it, though, because, as I later discovered, I can't tell with everyone.)
I was always a bit reclusive. I manipulated my way through high school. Math had become a hated subject. I used to love it because it's like a puzzle, but the way my teachers taught, it had become more of a memory game. I have awful memory.
Instead of academia, I focused on music. Don't get me wrong. I loved English and Biology, I just quickly realized that those classes would always cater to slow learners, and I didn't even have to try. Music was different. We moved at the pace of the best and dragged the dregs along behind us.
Now graduated I work fast food to save for college.

I am looking for someone who is interesting enough that I actually want to talk to them. I want to be in an awesome super close long term relationship, but let us be realistic. I will take what I get.
Like all people, I do have hang-ups.
I am a massively flaky person. I tend to do better with people who will slap me around because they are harder to escape when I do my wandering off... But when I really get to like someone I can get downright clingy.
I am damn picky about people not being small- it's hard for me to even make friends with small things. I tried to befriend some mice I was breeding for snake food, but they just didn't seem into me.

I'm a narcissist, or so I'm told. I think I just have a good understanding of my own abilities, and I am pretty damn good at everything I do.
I like art sex water sports such as dragon boating rafting kayaking and swimming. Camping is also wonderful. I'm sure I like more stuff, but I'll leave it there. Except I am into a lot of "nerdy" stuff. I play a bit of warhammer 40k, I've got Eldar. I'm running a D&D game with one group and a GURPS game with another. I haven't bought a console since PS2, and I've kind of settled into working life, so I don't play too often.

Here is a link to my deviant art page.
http://pleading-artichoke.deviantart.com/

Well, Thanks for reading. I hope you like me, and I hope I like you.

Not using this account anymore...

AMBIVALENCE- and not using this account anymore

They notice that I don't respond, because I am not using this account anymore.

Im not really using this site anymore

Lately I have a hard time taking pleasure out of movies; They are too short for me to form a strong positive opinion.

I like all food. Especially things I haven't tried before.

Music usually has to be fairly complicated or I will get bored. Lastely I've been very interested in Tom Waits and Andrew Bird, but mostly I listen to folk and symphonic music.

Books I saved for last. I have a hard time keeping track, so I'll just say that

A.) Prose is important to me. I can't read things like Harry Potter because the writting just doesn't sit well with me.

B.) I had a marathon of 17th century satire translated from another language and now I can't read anything from any of those categories until I get over that fear.

and C.) Because of Anne McCaffery I cannot understand the difference between Sci-Fi and Fantasy other than the subject matter.

Recently I am finally reading LOTR, and I desperately want George R.R. Martin to finish with the next Song of Ice and Fire series.

1. music
Seriously. There would be no point anymore
2. Sex
It is the second highest biological imperative, and my favorite form of escapism.
3. Things that lead up to sex
Like cuddling. I am big on physicality
4. new stuff
I need new stuff. All the time.
5.Work
Not necessarily a job, but as in things I feel I have to do to be a better person.
6. the knowledge that I can adapt to living without any of the things that I have just listed.

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Working.

I'll tell anyone anything about myself. For instance I am prejudice against short people. There is nothing more attractive to me than the simultaneous feeling of stubble on my cheek and an erection forming against me. I compulsively yearn to put everything I encounter in my mouth. I pointed and laughed aloud at a man during a trip to mexico, as he had given me the joy of my first spanish pun; a Che T-shirt, the classic pose, only he had a red nose and it was captioned Che-pillion. (I deduced that it meant clown, see? Get it? HA HA HAAA!) I was so nearly beaten and raped to death, but it was worth it.

You want someone who will listen but not talk to write, but most likely never get a response from.