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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!

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*Reads your ad.*

*Wonders how you already know aquila_dominus well enough to describe him to an eerily accurate degree, but haven't already gone out with him.*

*Shrugs, reads him the ad, then gives a nudge in his direction.*

I can vouch for his being an honourable gent of many and varied talents, who plays very nicely with others.
I am trying to convince her to come to the party despite the deadlines!
Oh goodness... what would Miss Manners say? I know I ought to be respectful of the inherent gravity of deadlines, but as I am basically a selfish creature, I can't help sitting over here and waving the 'drew the screadlines, come to Partay!' flags in both hands!