Fire is always a viable solution to any problem. I'm not saying it should be plan A, B, or even C. I'm just saying that it's on the table and you should keep your options open.
At some point you just have to accept that gravity is a law of the universe and, no matter how many petitions you start or sign, that is never going to change.
I'm just looking for the right women, but it's tricky. So many nice women tend to stand to my left.
My name is Kimble and I am not the man of your dreams, however I may be a man in your dreams since our dreams are populated by the faces of people we see in the real world. So if you have looked at my profile picture there is a real chance that I have or will appear in your dreams at some point. Probably as a background character. Maybe as the guy sitting on a park bench while you ride a unicorn through the heart of downtown suburbia on your way to do battle with some nameless abomination that represents your prom date. I don’t know, I don’t live in your head.
Why am I on here? I’m not really sure about that either. Some vague romantic notions about finding the right woman for me. The woman who will show me the wonders of the world and help me make the transformation from the beast I am to the handsome prince I was before some witch cursed me.
I am not really a handsome prince nor am I a horrible beast. Except during the full moon.
Because I’m a werewolf.
No I’m not.
But that would probably help these days. Ladies are into werewolves, right? I don’t know. It’s so hard to keep up with the current trends that I don’t bother with them half the time.
Am I a nice guy? Probably. I do my best. Mostly I’m middle of the road. I can be sweet and charming, witty and fun to be around. But I can also be moody and dark, stubborn and secretive. As a fully functional human being I have a complete personality and the full range of emotions that come with it.
I am flawed,
a distorted reflection of perfection,
beautiful in my own strange way.
I write poetry. Not great poetry, but most poetry isn’t great until someone says it is. Usually a hundred years or so after the poet themselves have lost the capacity to care one way or another if anyone actually likes what they wrote. I’ve published two books or poetry and plan on publishing two more. One of them will be nothing but haikus.
Have you read this far? Probably not. That is a lot of words up there, most of it is nonsense, and you are a busy woman with things to do. You’re here on serious business, looking for the man of your dreams. I hope you find him, truly I do. Everyone deserves to be with someone who makes them happy. An ally in a world that seems to be getting greyer and bleaker with every passing day. Someone to warm you with their love and bring a smile to your face when the tears overwhelm you.
Everyone deserves that.
Additional: I recently started a new job where I work overnights, so my schedule is pretty much the reverse of the normal.