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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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See, if you were closer to me I would bring you to the friendly and weird social gatherings of my friends.

Picking partners from my social group has only lead to horrible trust issues and additional emotional scars 50% of the time.

But the other 50% makes up for it. A lot. Have I mentioned that recently? Although, of course, this is of the rather "would you like a diagram? Please have some footnotes, too" type of happiness, but it fits well enough.

Sorry, I really DO wish I could help, because I am entirely for people finding more joy in their lives, but that would be like me giving driving directions. I'm too far away and have rotten judgment in this area.

But yay, I am so glad to hear you're feeling like venturing into this territory. I wish you joy.

On a related note, tonight my semi-feral Orpheus played with a piece of yarn with me. He only ran out of the room in terror once, and the rest of the time he was fine and killed the string good. Progress is neat.
We can be semi-ferals in search of warm places to sleep and string to play with together....