(warning: the following may cause groans and rolling of the eyes.)

Now that the headline has your sole attention, we can move on...

A few years ago, I floundered through the POF pond. But after a while- hanging out in the forums, making a few friends, throwing a few snowballs- decided it was time to pack up my rod and reel and move on. I'm not sure if it was my bait or my allure(or lack thereof), but the nibbles just weren't turning into bites. As for hooking and landing a keeper(or being hooked and landed for that matter), it just wasn't in the reflection of the stars in the water. So I decided that it was time to scale things back a bit.

Just for the halibut, I'm tempted to make a reference to dogfish, but it would be in-seine to alienate my fellow fishes like that. I may not be the sharpest lure in the box, but... I'll just clam up on that.

I think we're all here in the same boat, and for the same porpoise... to find that id-eel person to get us out of that boat.

A little about me? Other than the what's listed above? Well, let's see... Past spawnings have not resulted in any fingerlings, but I'll probably get along well with yours though.

The mixed hair colour means salt and pepper, with more salt creeping in every year.

Favourite band? Hootie and the Blowfish. Favourite song? How could it be anything but the B-52's "Rock Lobster"?

And the social drug use? Gill-ty as charged, but it's not like I'm a puffer fish or anything like that. I can count the number of tokes I have in a year on one hand(do you have any idea how hard it is to light a joint underwater?).

So if you're still reading... haven't tuna-ed me out, so to speak... and would care to chum around or maybe perch somewhere in your favourite coffe shop/pub/pond, don't be koi, wave a fin and say hello. You never know, the net result might be that we have a whale of a time.(please don't carp at me, I do know whales aren't fish.)

I'm sure we've all heard the old line about a woman needing a man like a fish needs a bicycle. Well, this is one fish who does need a bicycle, so perhaps...?

Okay, I'm fin-ished.

(a few laps of the pond later)
I noticed that the question about doing drugs is still in between the questions about wanting and having children. Always wondered about that, does one lead to the other?

And speaking of drugs... it appears that those soggy 3 or 4 tokes a year i partake of every year, has significantly lowered my eligibilty quotient in the eyes many women. Does that mean I'm a toke'n bottom feeder?

I wonder who decided that 3 is social and 4 is often? And if I have 4 drinks in one night, is that social or often?

Apropros of absolutely nothing that has come before, I hope you'll like this... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us-TVg40ExM

Since it's been commented on a couple of times, I guess I should clarify my profession... I have been known to play doctor over the years(watch out for those nurse sharks), but until they come up with scalpels that can be used by opposable thumbless fins, I'll keep on being a heart s-t-urgeon.

call me shallow(or from the shallow end of the pond), but i'm a very visually oriented sort(i think it stems from the photography) and would really like to see who i'm talking with.

The Shark Club?