I manage time efficiently.
Occasionally, I tread water for three days in a row.
Somewhere in the unending litany of questions
asked by this site, this is asked;
"Is it a requirement that you communicate every day with your significant other (via phone, text, in person, whatever)"?
These were the four responses offered;
1) Yes, no matter what
2) Yes, unless otherwise specified
3) No, it's not necessary
4) No, I'd prefer not to communicate daily
I nod toward, #3 and on rare occasions,
#4(absence makes the heart...)
I really believe what this question asks, is;
"Just how insecure are you?"
I'm not married.
I've Never cheated on anyone. Ever.
I believe in implicit trust.
If you feel that #1 & #2 are of paramount importance, then, we'll most likely fall into the, "y'all got issues" category.
Also if you shop at Walmart,
Or identify with Organized religion(s)...again, issues.
(Mainly because you're a bonehead)
So, instead of perusing my prolix profile, please
proceed to your next mystery date.
On the other hand, if none of that applies to you...then read on. It's somewhat circumlocutory, but I believe it briefly visits every possible facet, of my one dimensional self.
At this point in life,
I've become aware that my past travels and accomplishments shouldn't define me and really aren't as important as to who I am now.
It's either that, or, who I am now, really, isn't as important as my life defining past travels and accomplishments.
As unoriginal, simplistic and trite it may be,
I really strive to laugh.
Really. It's my avocation.
It's somewhat of a defining aspect of my life.
Actually, it's the only, defining aspect of my life(That I'll share here)
Try as I may, I can't imagine how to convey any true personal depth (assuming that I possess discernible depth) in an on-line self-summary (other than that)
You might and or, should, notice random changes in my, "about page-profile"
Because I feel you should have some, added incentive to revisit it.
This page should be constantly evolving, drawing you back in...making you yearn for more, hoping for better prose, yet strangely satisfying you with verbose pointlessness and vexing you with appalling grammar.
(From this point on, this becomes, more or less, a blog)
I'm amazed with how many of us (children of the sixties)
I wonder if OKcupid(or any, online "dating" site) was available to us in the early eighties,
if we'd be looking for new people thirty years later?
Or is it that regardless of how perfect our match was in our twenties, thirty years later, we'd still be where we are now?
Whatever the answer is, tell me we don't live in a fantastic time,
in which we can online shop, for anything.
Including each other
(I believe that's what we're doing, isn't it?)
Perhaps the only downside being that we're experiencing the paradox of choice?
As in, the culture of abundance, robbing us of satisfaction as well as setting us up for unrealistically high expectations...
Then again, Perhaps not.