I regularly post bad-- a.k.a. awesome-- puns to Facebook, like "Dearth Vader never offered much as a villain." One day, I'll invent a famous internet meme, but for me the process of invention is really the best part. I proofread almost everything I write, and autocorrect makes me afraid to send a text message that uses the word, "onus."
If you've read this far, let me ask: What do you do when you get dispirited? Please, tell me. Not just for advice, but if you're a prospective date it helps to know how you handle adversity. In the time I've spent on OkC lately, not much has worked out- usually amicably, though- but I can't help but reflect on it now and then. Don't get me wrong, I won't jump to some entitled, misogynistic generalization about women (y'all are awesome, thanks for being a vital half of humanity), but I just wonder sometimes if there really is someone whose elements blend with mine to make a terrific cosmic pesto (or tea, or, heck, goulash). And maybe it's not "time" for me to meet that special someone- it's not all under my control- but I'd like to meet someone I click with, who shares my values, a fair chunk of my interests, and digs my sensibility. I want to dig someone's sensibility, too. And maybe it turns out you are that someone. In a nutshell, I don't want to die alone but I don't won't to be with the wrong person, either. There's something in between, don't you think? Maybe we could talk about what that means sometime.