writing rengeek magpie mind

December 2014



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And while you're at it, I want a pony.

February 29th would have been my second wedding anniversary, if I were still married. (The alert among you will have already figured out that this means I got married in 2000.) I've been separated for over two years now, and divorced for six months, and I have realized something recently.

I am ready to start dating again.

Of course, I have no idea how a self-employed artist would meet people. A friend of mine has been exploring the wilds of Craig's list for similar purposes, but her results have been mixed enough that I'm totally hesitant to try that. On the other hand, I'm also enough at a loss that on the way home from Fall River (it's about a two hour drive) tonight I started composing a personal ad.

Let's see.

Self-employed, financially independent artist seeks person(s) for acquaintanceship, flirtation, possible escalation. I am: divorced, female, 36, eclectic, geeky, mercurial, empathic, intellectual, opinionated, radical, insecure, overscheduled, tactile, energetic, intimidating, picky, prickly, defensive, spontaneous, amusing, tough, devoid of ownership issues, bad at communicating needs strongly, moderately traumatized but so over the glamour of my own tragic past, and can cook. I am looking for someone(s) who is/are: 25-55, single or in an open relationship, solvent, outdoorsy, creative, adventurous, ethical, ambitious, geeky, competent, active, curious, friendly, funny, and not a picky eater.

Anybody not within a reasonable commute of Hartford, CT, need not apply.

And then it occurred to me... I could ask my Internets!  So there you go.

Internets, set me up with your friends!


How about a Fling at Duckon?
You are about to be overwhelmed by screaming fan-boys.


You could keep a man in every major con city.

Lemme think.
See, that's WORK. And god, my con schedule these days. :-P I barely have time to eat.
Damn, and I was gonna sign up for Albacon, and I know several people who would be in line for Boskone, Arisia, etc.

Seriously, though, I sent an e-mail to your official address.
Thank you. *g*

Try the matociquala at gmail address, maybe, as the other one seems to have eaten your email...

Oh and re: Pony

Sometimes the girls call me Patrick.
See, that's the problem with cruising at cons. I'm always too busy, and anybody I would be interested in lives too far away.
It's kinda like caching supplies in the wilderness.

You have them when you need them.

Low maintenance.

I sense a panel discussion.

Yeah, I know, so not helping.


I have this mental picture of digging cabana boys out of the snow with fur mittens as night is coming on, and it is entirely delightful.

Thank you. *g*
sadly, i have found that to also be a problem with the internet, the too far away part. in the past i have been more open to whatever happens, happens, which has led to some very pleasing long distance relationships.

now, however, i am looking for something more standard, which pretty much means someone local or someone willing to move to minnesota, so the first sort is on locations and the second sort is on "can you construct a reasonable sentence in english", when it used to be the other way around.


The wording implies that I would not be out of the running if I were closer. I'll take that.

Seriously, though, semperfiona (who I understand you know at least in passing from Amber gaming), lavendargrrl and I will be at Duckon, how swamped will you be? Could a meal together be arranged...? Would you rather I just fucked off now (I'm almost impossible to offend)?

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I'm a GoH, so they will have me running like a fool.

But we could totally have a drink or something. I will growl and pace my chain. *g*

Re: Hmmmmmm

Drinking at a con? I never imagined that such a thing might happen. I guess if it's alright with you, though, I could be persuaded to have a drink.

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