I'm a private citizen, yet I receive fan mail
And I don't perspire.
The following question, was asked by this site.
For me, it's THE litmus test for compatibility.
Here's what it 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 strongly Agree with, #3 and sometimes#4
and this is why;
"Honestly, doesn't this really ask, 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 I'm not your Guy. At All.
Also if you shop at Walmart,
Or identify with Organized religion(s)...again, I'm not your guy.
So, instead of ploughing through my prolix profile, please
proceed to your next mystery date.
On the other hand, if none of that applies to you...then read on.
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...
(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.