The aging wizard paused in his mysterious machinations, stroking his white beard as he contemplated the rain beating against the windows of his tower. The sound reminded him of other rain in other places, except... there was a peculiar knocking quality to it. Was that the rain at all, or somebody at the door? There was only one way to find out. Descending the 837 steps to the entry, he opened the door and said..."
I'd like to find true romance, of course... wouldn't we all? The thing is... that's all about seeing past our abstractions and fixed ideas and really getting to know each other, to add to our lives in ways we can't do for ourselves. So, having a concrete list of all the things I want in a mate would be self-defeating; what I really want is somebody who gives me what I don't know.
This is something of a problem when using OkC, clearly, since those sorts of lists are how it all works. When I realized that I kinda lost interest and haven't been active much here since.
Still, good relationships don't have to be the ultimate, or even serious at all. I'm fine making new friends, or just connecting to do fun things casually. Also, while I may know that I can't know what I want... I do have a list of things I don't want and can make it easy for other people to check their own don't-want lists!
So, onward... There are lots of concrete details below; I'll just add a bit of colour here, too.
I'm an eccentric and inquisitive sort, hard to predict and sometimes mischievous. Don't expect me to have simple views on anything.
My main drives are creative instincts and a strong urge not to become part of the machine.
I am a romantic, but also pragmatic. This is the least of my built-in contradictions.
Although it doesn't stop me, I can't shake the feeling that there's something wrong with washing down a Coffee Crisp with a pot of tea.
I think out loud quite often, which might be why so many people feel some need to offer me obvious and unwanted advice. Nevertheless, I'll probably continue to do it.
It irks me that a monkey can shell and eat a peanut in half a second while it takes me five or ten.
I sometimes wonder if I've left the door unlocked or the stove on, and have learned this is a reliable barometer of how stressed I am.