I'm just here for the forums at the moment. So sod off! Unless of course you're a particularly hot, intelligent, passionate, nature-loving bloke with his sh1t together. Yeah yeah that's probably you, but the catch is ... I have to think so too.
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This profile now in phronemophobe-friendly format.
Besides, I was getting bored with the other one.
Whether or not I am doing the dating thing I stick around PoF partly out of habit, partly cos it has been a good thing overall. Through the forums attached to this site I have spotted some amazing folk… aliens in amongst the mere mortals… minus any proclivity to use anal probes…so far at least.
I’ve made some good friends, both male and female, who I now spend time with in the real world. I wouldn't have met them otherwise, so yay PoF!
Sometimes I get a bit bored with the forum and delete/wander off for a while, but apart from those times I tend to keep my profile on here whether or not I am dating, just so I can still interact with those I've come to know…in the original way. Kind of keeping the tradition alive...rituals, re-enactment, dressing up...it's very complex. Oh OK… you got me… truth be known, we just send emails.
Damn my total lack of ability to present myself as quirky and interesting. In fact, I've been around so long that these days I find I have actually lost the ability to communicate
without the PoF emoticons. A little bit of
, plenty of
and moments of
and of
and , and the occasional
. How did I ever convey my feelings without them?? I have considered carrying hardcopy versions of them to show at appropriate moments during my verbal conversations as well. Who said the art of conversation was dead.
The testimonials at the bottom of this page are from fellow forumites. It may appear at first glance that they like me, but the truth is I am blackmailing most of them…with others, I am holding children or pets hostage…and I am ruthless!
Here’s where to find the Australian forum
http://forums.plentyoffish.com/datingForum163.aspx Things that you never wanted to know about me: …
the verbal equivalent of cheap stocking fillers because I couldn’t be ar$ed writing a decent replacement profile…
Animal welfare issues are close to my heart. But there are so many smoke screens thrown around by those who would have us believe that nothing can be done, that the animals will probably end up dying of lung cancer before we get our sh1t together.
I have a habit of chatting on the phone while having a bath, and my phones all end up steam damaged. You’d think I’d stop doing it hey.
I don't understand the need for hairdressers because I am quite capable of operating scissors and asking myself inane questions about what I did on the weekend.
I love eating mulberries straight from the tree.
I am… a goose-whisperer, an atheist, a capitalist, a tree-hugger, a hobby-farm girl, a small business owner, a widow, a night-owl, a misanthrope, a smoker. I’m pretty sure Alanis Morisset has already adequately covered the rest. And who
isn't a series of odd contradictions...
I once smuggled my Grandfather out of an aged-care hospital ward, at his request, because he wanted to go to the beach. We later found out that he was allowed out anyway, which left the pair of us entirely deflated. Why is it that the feeling of getting away with something is innately more satisfying than being
allowed to do something? Even when you're in your 80's, apparently.
I can’t whistle.
People who know me well, know to add half an hour to the time I say I’ll be somewhere.
On websites like this some people take the music stuff quite seriously. I am tempted to say I
do like ‘doof doof’ music… maybe because I am somewhat inclined to barrack for the underdog…maybe because of a not-so-secret tendency to enjoy being contrary where ever possible. But I will simply say that I tend to listen to any CD's I have left that aren't scratched, which I think now limits me to Sixty-seven Minutes of Gregorian Chant and Bing Crosby's Christmas Album. Thank god two of the best have survived.
As for books…I think everyone should be strapped down and made to read Planet Chicken. Then anything by Tom Robbins. Douglas Adams, and Bukowski. Although they can be untied for that. Unless they kinda like being tied up.
I am a firm believer in chocogamy: Being committed to chocolate, only chocolate, until death do us part.
October is my favourite month because all the Jacaranda trees throughout Brisbane are in flower. I fukcing love ‘em.
I haven’t had my 15 minutes of fame yet. When it happens, I just hope it isn’t going to involve public nudity.
Some time ago I sold my brain on ebay seeing as I wasn't using it, and life now seems so much less complicated.
Was seeing someone briefly. Am not now. Just dusting myself off a bit before I want to date anyone new. Cheers.
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