8th October 2009

Hey you.

Well, back on here again after some time off….not really sure what I should be writing here, with my cursor continuously on the blink for some 15 minutes….. aaaaaarrrgghhh!

Writing profiles suck, no??? Especially your own…..dummy fake ones on the other hand….kidding. And yet here we are, again….and how to address important details without the awkward cheesiness of it all….bah, never mind.

I’ll go about this in as random as any idea that enter my head, how’s that? I guess its as candid as I can make it, eh? Does well-thought out profiles make you cringe? But then I may just be envious…goddamn smart **stards. I am betting these guys did so well in school, but failed in life….godammit, I am on here too.

Why the heck am I on here?

Well, this is a fun site….have you not come to that conclusion yet??? Besides the fact that the yearly subscription is damned cheap ….jubes are always fun to watch or read, especially those who’d take themselves a bit too seriously…and you can tell when they start taking themselves too seriously….like when they make authoritative diagnostic psychoanalysis of everyone armed only with a Cert IV in Something and equivalent,….or some totally unrelated degree like Horticulture…or worse, old age…like that is some sort of qualification, no? There’d be a lot on here with Ph.D.s. But then looking for a mate is serious business is it not? Methinks so….I mean it jumped from no.17 on my priorities list to No.2 in less than a year. Objective No.1 was met in the middle of this year…I can’t tell you what it is though.

While I can laugh at the date meisters and the stereotypical on-line dater…..and you have to admit, cliches and stereotypes abound here like a Trekkie in a Sci-fi Convention…no offence…live long and prosper…I am also prepared to admit that being single is as boring as bat shit. In my case anyway.

It would be nice to pretend that one can be happy on their own, like that Neil Diamond song…or was it Johnny Cash? On looking back, it would seem that the happiest times in my life always seem to coincide when I am in stable fruitful partnerships….or with family…..doesn’t mean I am not happy in my own skin…in fact there are times when I’d probably want to be on my own. Just happy-ier. Or maybe I am programmed differently…wiring’s somewhat off, then? Maybe. This idea of not being on your own is not a bad idea methinks….as time goes by, the more certain I get. Would that co-relate with age? Sure I do what I want, like every goddamnned heterosexual man who’s a tad under 40, maybe -just maybe on a midlife crisis- unmarried and with NO kids on the weekend….God help those who are STILL married on here but disguised as Single Looking for Long Term and Dating (but Friends, Hang Out and Activity Partner is somewhat forgivable…due to umm….ambiguity?)….mid-life crisis….but I do concurrently visit the pub twice a week, usually a Thursday and a Friday….travel light and whenever it suits but only after I put in a Leave App form….or buy whatever, blow my pay on anything financially disastrous….pffft, like dining out some random stranger hopefully women, every other day…damn food….change clothes and watches and everything else and account to no-one regarding bad taste, bad choices and the odd loose woman only when absolutely necessary….also reading reviews on anything prior to purchases and not buying it anyway despite the rave reviews….heck, I’d check on-line critiques and reviews first before catching a flick (tell me I am not the only one who do this at alarming regularity)….blah, blah, blah.

Anyway, in so many words….I am tired. Of going around in circles.

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Dammit let's do the karaoke thing again. Oh we haven't yet????

After one week dating me, you'll be prepared to defend yourself with the strength of a grizzly, the reflexes of a puma, and the wisdom of a man. I've said this many times before...proven to be quite prophetic.