Now for the main dish.
I'm untelligent. Would you want me any other way?
The Penultimate Woman
Kidding! I'm no man's second best.
A poet? You'll know I'm keen for you when I feverishly pen what might, conceivably, maybe, resemble poetry.
I want to partner. What about you, partner?
Resilient, irreverent, irresistible, rebellious
A quintessential mix of fragile and strong
Would we get along?
Perhaps, if you are secularist/scientific…
'cause I'm non-theist...mon dieu!
if you are emotionally and physically affectionate,
if you are accountable and responsible,
if you prefer questions over conclusions.
if you are kind.
if you are funny and love to laugh, a lot.
if you want one woman to love, completely.
I could go on...
I’m a simply sweet-minded girl. Take the following as case in point:
I may not know
All I can be
But I do know
Are you able to take the wheel? I need a brake.
Chain, chain, chains... naw
Ramp to Hell or High Water
Calling all non-policing men. Approach the vehicle and write your own ticket.
So this is where the rubber meets the road:
I don't wanna be your vehicle, unless I be your destination (insert "baby" here).
Did you take that quick exit? If so, have a chill drive.
If not, let's go on a no-pressure first date:
Take the road that stretches out before you. You know the way; you drew the map. They'll be the winding ways and the climb up hill, and down, and then see the smooth stretch before you, the S-curve, the u-turn, your choice but try to avoid the dead-end, and you go further, you simply continue because you remember you can keep going if only you keep going, so you do, keep going, and it'll take as long as it takes, and you'll know you are exactly where you want to be, you can see the horizon, the expanse of endless sky and you, you, ah, you, wait I'll remember, just a sec, got it, yes, this is where you paaak it. I'll meet you there. Then, we'll switch metaphors and fly to the moon.
Too much traveling?
Consider these testimonials*
Pretty, attractive, sexy, cool and mysterious
Something so elegantly sensual about you.
Clever and edgy!
Reading your profile was more like spending a weekend with you.
Complex. (Hey, wait a minute. What I wrote was, too complex.)
Self-admiring obscurantism. ("So you say.")
*The above are about a profile, not a person, and were written by some loser named Madison Avenue.
"Pedestal Rap Trap"
I don't wanna be no angel!
That, would be fatal!
Wings are for Birds to fly free
Like an angel could never be.
Alas, again, a ditty
I am a lover of the secular and practitioner of kindness.
I revere Reverend Billy and the Church of Stop Shopping.
I traveled with the full-night transit of the Southern Cross, from a beach on Lizard Island, Great Barrier Reef, 1987.
I bear the pattern of Orion's Belt on my stomach, naturally inscribed, I think when I unrolled sometime very early on, proof positive I'm made of stardust.
To continue (more's the pity), you might be interested to know I once got a
Compliment from a MAN!
He said, "Wouldn't Lily be a really FUN wife!"
Marriage: I believe in the possibility. How about you?
Now, what to do while searching for the haystack needle?
which reminds me of the slim volume of poetry I once wrote entitled, "Five Years In Bed With The Same Woman".
Seeking bells and whistles; using smoke and mirrors.
Not watching TV,
Satisfying curiosity and
Taking loving action.
people who become my friends often say they loved me at first meeting, which makes one feel great, doesn't it?
A short list of favorites: James Brown, Yip Harburg, Billy Strayhorn, J.B. Lenoir, Marvin Gaye, Charles Brown, John Coltrane, Albert King, Gil Scott Heron, James Blake, Bootsy Collins, Jimi Hendrix, P Funk, David Gray, Laurie Anderson, Little Feat, Moby Grape, Puccini, Mozart, Warhol, Updike, Shakespeare...
Movies: Bread and Tulips, when the man says to the woman, "Your husband is not a fine connoisseur of your soul", Nashville, Notorious, Angels in America, A Single Man. and Adaptation - "You are what you love, not what loves you." Wag The Dog, timeless political corruption.
Food: Don't you agree the pear possesses a certain cool lusciousness...
how quickly we are destroying our planet. I think about where I am now in my life. I wonder if I will find my true mate. I think about how no one can say the word "die" anymore and use "passed away, passed, passed on..." I make up more jokes, like, " Did he pass on the potato salad? Did she pass over her obvious match?" I laugh at how, as an atheist, this passing over to something else could be thought of as discriminatory. I think about how when one door closes another refrigerator door opens. You know, stuff like that.
sometimes out for dancing and great music, or around San Francisco with friends, or tuning in to the History of Funk, or playing late-night pinball, or putting off tomorrow...
English is your first language or you are fluent in it.
you have something more to write than "hi, how you doing".
you understand that authentic news is non-corporate sponsored.
your politics are progressive.