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MakeItFit

33 Montreal, Quebec, CA Cis Woman

Cis Woman

I’m looking for

  • Men
  • Ages 30–47
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Today – 5:15pm
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 10″ (1.78m)
Body Type
Curvy
Diet
Mostly anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Sometimes
Religion
Agnosticism, and somewhat serious about it
Sign
Aries, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Income
Status
Single
Type
Non-monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, but might want them
Pets
Has dogs and has cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), French (Fluently), German (Poorly)

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My self-summary
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This understimulated, perpetual student, starving artist coffee goddess type scrubs up to the point of downright glamour all while being fully capable of whipping up homemade goodness, building all your furniture without reading (Hell, needing) instructions, and can tear down your walls with her smile.

Obstinate, over-bored, self-assured and shameless, fearlessly unapologetic and by and large correct, this one's more likely to bust open your suitcase and compassionately insist that you do something about the stench of your dirty laundry than to cheerfully agree to help carry your baggage.

Fiercely energetic, chronically optimistic, reluctantly stubborn and overconfident in her ability to absorb information and improve the status quo, she's prone to passing phases of info overload, unrealistically ambitious academic theses, and has a tendency to select topics beyond the scope of the assignment.

Intense, into everything for the long-haul, allergic to assumptions, unnecessary binaries, bullshit, standard definitions and easy answers, she tends to be ravenous for connection, quick to laugh and is as incorrigibly curious as she is chronically skeptical.
What I’m doing with my life
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I ward off mental illness by letting a small, black, overly energetic dog entertain me and inspire me to say silly things and make up silly songs and force me out for brisk walks a few times a day. When the weather is temperate, I like to run. I spend some time every week letting people climb up my back and stand on my shoulders just to see how many can, and spend an awful lot of time reading things and laughing at my own jokes on the internet. Cooking is my major creative outlet, expression of affection and source of self-care. I’ve got a camera I keep dabbling with but remain shy about pointing at people.

I have a background in theatre which, with much discombobulation and identity confusion, I seem to have fallen out of love with. Weird hours and below-minimum wages were certainly contributing factors, though I do miss the sense of community, working towards common goals, and the multi-axial storytelling that were part of the game.

I went back to school to complete a second degree which I’ve had to put on hiatus for financial reasons, and am now busily looking for the kind of work that will enable me to, albeit reluctantly, claw my way into the middle-class. I think it would be nice not to have to worry about rent and groceries and to be able to do the kinda cool things I couldn't do on an artist or student salary.
I’m really good at
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Food. I’m really good at food. Menu planning, cooking, grocery shopping, picking coffee. Thrift shopping, other people’s hair, enunciation, cold-reading, appearing as though I have my shit together and as though I read books. Switching back and forth between languages, intuiting, reaching things on high shelves, lifting heavy things, carrying them a number of feet and setting them down again in an organized fashion, conducting a group of people in performing this or some other activity. Letting people climb up me and stand on my shoulders, and running moderate distances at a medium pace. Explaining things. Rephrasing things. English. Non-verbal communication. Rallying ‘round, sallying forth, justifying, procrastinating, dilly-dallying and so on. Maintaining multiple relationships despite the natural limits of matter, time, and space.
The first things people usually notice about me
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“She’s a redhead who drinks scotch and loves Die Hard. You get her number.” -- Jeff Winger

I’ve asked my friends this question. They all immediately said, regardless of what colour my hair actually is, that I’m a redhead. The next most popular answer was my impressive stature. You might wonder if I’ve got any martial arts training, because if I do, you'd worry about crossing me in a dark alley. Do I? I guess that’s for me to know and you to find out.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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I like meat. And vegetables. And grease. And anything I haven’t tried yet, and most things I’ve tried before. And dessert. I have a sweet tooth that is going to kill us all. I take coffee very seriously. A career in coffee is Plan C. I also like bad puns. You might find me pungent that way.

I don’t read enough books. I’m sorry. I feel bad. I’m a fake geek, but a sincere nerd. I swear if I printed out everything I read online I would average 3-4 hard covers per week.

I often joke that I haven't heard any new music since Napster went under. I’m only kind of kidding. I tend to favour a folky, country, or Motown, funk, raunchy jazz mood and have a strong taste for the heavy-broody-grungy-metal kinda industrial angst ballads of my youth. And medieval choral music. TONS of medieval choral music. All of it. Spooky monks 4EVA.

I like all the movies. I’m a sucker for a period piece of any era. Give me Academy Award winners, things with laurel leaves on the poster, big-budget animated kid stuff, documentaries about guys in helmets, ancient things, politics, or hominids and we’re set. Show me something unusual, something with pretty scenery, intermittent stop-motion animation, engaging music, magical realism or non-linear plots and I’m happy. I marathon whole TV series that everyone spoiled online about 5 years ago and I never saw. (Wait… if that’s Dr. Chang… Does that mean everyone on the island has Changnesia!?)
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
My iDevices, strong black coffee, my own kitchen, my personal agency, resourcefulness, and the dog. He is the Sancho Pugsa to my Don Quixette.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
What I’m going to make for dinner. Do I have any cookies? I should make sure there are cookies.

Someday, I’ll have my own apartment, and when I do, I’m gonna decorate it. Like a grown up would do. It’ll be nice. And I’m gonna like it.

Coffee? Coffee. If I were to open a café in a place like Verdun, how would I go about attracting the rapidly multiplying gentry, without also alienating the existing working class population?

Oh, the places I’d go… I often think about what very little of the world I’ve actually seen despite the mileage behind me. I’d like to live a life that afforded me more adventures abroad.

That stupid dog. He’s the best dog ever. Look at that face! Who’s the dog? You are! Oh yes you are! You’re the herpiest little herpaderp that ever derped! Does he need a dog brother? A goat sister? A pig sibling? Maybe I should learn to drive if I’m gonna start collecting livestock.

What motivates others and how their insight is formed. God, religion, superstition, and what they do to the way people navigate the world. Power, safety, what they look like and where to get them. Mental illness, how people end up with it, and how to care for one's self while caring for others. How to be compassionate without enabling, how to be encouraging without being an idiot.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Curled up with Netflix, a dog under my knees, some sort of unhealthy snack and a pipe, or possibly fixing a needlessly elaborate meal for myself and whichever neglected friend darkened my doorway this week.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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I’m not really feeling purely casual sex these days. I’m more open to opportunities to get swoony. I’m a foolish romantic and I have no shame. I don’t have the energy for new long-distance things anymore. Though my experience dating within the same area code is relatively recent, it’s something I’d like to concentrate on. I’m kind of a bad teacher inasmuch as I don’t enjoy providing introductions to topics like polyamory, kink, feminism, and critical thinking in the context of a dating relationship. I've been told my issues are kind of adorable. Despite their charm, I work hard at keeping them out of my way. I’m more introverted than my my outward demeanor betrays.
You should message me if
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You took and passed Feminism 101 with a B or better.

You tend towards being simultaneously careful and reckless in certain company.

You are keen on improving my music collection.

You're a dog person and have all day to walk around with me and try to tire out mine.

You’re able to embrace the fact that I have other partners as the non-negotiable price of admission.

You are bored by superficiality.