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Quillwort

36 M Portland, OR

My Details

Last Online
Yesterday – 8:31pm
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 0″ (1.83m)
Body Type
Rather not say
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Sign
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids
Pets
Speaks
English

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My self-summary
Have you ever gone to a place where you're in a group of people in which few of the group members know one another? Have you ever had to play those games where you are involved in an ice breaker that encourages everyone to tell a little bit about himself or herself? Some people are interested in what everyone else in the group has to say, but many are more concerned about the story or tidbit of information they will share with the rest of the group.

Recently, I was in one of those situations and watched as each member of the group explained something unique about himself. Some girl nearly jumped out of her seat to let everyone know she had a tattoo of the Chicago L map on her foot. I felt it would have been much more interesting if it was something to have discovered in the course of knowing her, rather than show it to everyone in the room within the first moments of meeting her.

Think about that. You're hanging out with her one evening and you see something on her foot. You take a look and see it, then ask, "What's that on your foot?"

She responds, "Oh, that's a map of the Chicago L."

"The Chicago L?" you ask. "Why do you have a map of the Chicago L on your foot?"

That's when you start talking about it.

People should take more time to get to know one another rather than put everything up front in the first 15 minutes you meet them. But in all honestly, why would someone get a map of the Chicago L on her foot unless she just wanted to show everyone she meets? She probably volunteered that information at the train station as confused tourists looked for directions or Chicago residents tried to navigate through a new part of the city.

She watches as a rail rider looks at the map and pounces on him.

"Are you lost?" she asks.

"I'm just trying to get to get to Bridgeport."

She probably gets all excited when she removes her shoe and says, "Let me check out the map of the Chicago L that I have tattooed on my foot."

Anyone in that situation would surely be surprised that anyone has a tattoo of the Chicago L on her foot. After the train passenger smiles and looks at her surprised, he would ask the same question, "You have a tattoo of the L on your foot?"

You know she's excited. It makes her day. That's why she got the tattoo in the first place. She wants to be a little different from the rest of us and I can kind of appreciate that. She seems nice and it's a conversation point, but I still think she should wait before she shows us.
What I’m doing with my life
My parents have this old slide projector with a couple trays of slides. Many of the images were captured decades ago, either before my brothers or I were born or early in our lives.

During our childhood, mom and dad would occasionally decide to get out the projector and screen and run through the slides. At that time in our history, photos were by no means taken as frequently as they are now. Most of the the pictures were taken at weddings, parties, or times when everyone was having a great time.

Looking at those old photos made life seem like a party. Today, social media captures that feeling as you look through anyone's Facebook profile, you'll find a series of photos of people in bars, drinking or having a party. However, it seemed more ingenuous during my mother and father's day.

In those times, people didn't take their cameras to bars and night clubs. Old cameras were not nearly as compact as today's models, which made it difficult to carry a camera with you, which makes those old party photos somewhat rare.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Late in the evening, I would often stop at this gas station that sold doughnuts. Eating a doughnut after 11:00 PM on my way home was a pleasant experience. I really miss stopping for a doughnut late at night. You don't stop for a doughnut late at night if you're not on the road late at night.
On a typical Friday night I am
Not doing a whole lot. Good Friday nights involve sitting outside near a fire with a few friends and lots of cold beer.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
This is a ridiculous statement/question. What sort of response does it demand?
I’m looking for
  • Straight girls only
  • Ages 28–45
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating