"Starskie"is the latest nickname bequeathed to me at a recent work-related hazing. I'm good with that...and they were up front in telling me I was being hazed. AND I'll play along, I just like to know what I'm in for...
NPR reported that people lied*gasp*
...on internet dating sites--pretty siginificantly. I was shocked and dumbfounded that I'd never thought of this most winningest strategy to finding a mate; to lie.
I tell the truth. I'm happy. I'm loyal. I love. I'm looking for a friend to be blissfully happy with.
I enjoy getting laughs and laughing with others...honest to god face-crinkling, stomach cramping, foot stomping, unable to breathe, red-in-the face, teary eyed giggle-fucking fits of laughter; laughing.
It's kind of a quirky fantasy to go to an alternate reality, date myself, and then have an intimate relationship, (I never realized how Greek this statement sounds.) it's true.
The last paragraph is meant to have kitchy-sci-fi cool rather than neo-Freudian wierd overtones. 'Cuz, neoFreudian I ain't.
I enjoy conversation and can hold my own in most social situations. My intellectual footing on a range of subjects is decent at worst.
Happiness, bliss, patience--at this I work at succeeding, Nirvana, listening, bodi-ness