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March 2017



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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!


Sadly, I am a picky eater (ketchup is the devil).
And all the people I thought of off the bat, like elanya don't live near enough to you at the moment (or were fictional :).

There's the answer right there...

Date fictional people.

My girlfriend has two or three fictional boyfriends.

Not including me.

Since I'm not fictional.

Am I?

Now I'm nervous.

Re: There's the answer right there...

It is! Maybe not Bear's fictional people, because they tend to be a bit well used or she goes and kills them off, but fictional people in general. (Even worse, the fictional person I was thinking of isn't even the official incarnation, he's the fic-ified version. I'd suggest his writer, but she has a girlfriend.)
We have different standards of picky eater. I hate Brie, but I don;t think that makes me a picky eater.

Picky eaters are the ones who will eat three things.

One of them hamburgers, and another one french fries.

You know. Like five-year-olds.
Ah, usually when I tell people I refuse to eat ketchup, peanut butter, real (pork) bacon or store bought sliced bread, but have no problem with octopus or eel, I get that look that says, how are you actually human?
I frequently think that I'm the only mexican alive who doesn't eat sour cream..