Ah, but see -- that's why it's all about the match (assuming a basic level of ability with human interaction). If you can find the person who wants to spend the time at the zoo watching penguins with you, you're golden!

Say, are Puffins like methadone to you people?

Sure, if by methadone you mean crack in a gaudy clown suit.

If you can find the person who wants to spend the time at the zoo watching penguins with you, you're golden!

I have to admit the date last night went well.

March of the Penguins! Such a magnificent movie! Seriously, if the team sat down and said "Ok, here's our brief. Make the best possible movie that we can, for William", they couldn't have done a better job. Unless they managed to edit things so the penuins all banded together and beat the crap out of the leopard seal. Wallybee loved it too, she had no idea penguins were so interesting. (They have layers. It's how they stay warm.)

On Bones Pirates! yay

I haven't seen the penguin movie, but when I do , I will be thinking of it as a date movie.

I guess just a lot of smiling, laughing and cracking jokes.

That's my life, though. And no one thinks I want to bed them.

One less thing to stress about.

Sure, once your profile is written. I never wrote a profile I liked that didn't serve as a barrier to the objective. So, no more. In person, or not at all. And even then, no speed dating. I like being upfront way too much to succeed at that.

And no one thinks I want to bed them.

Maybe you haven't met enough deluded people.

No wait, you live in LA.

I just started watching a documentary (on cable) about the U.S. Forestry service. Pinchot v. Muir. Conservation v. Preservation. Two minutes in, I thought, "Borrrring!" Fifteen minutes later, I'm all "Huh. Well, that actually explains a whole lot."

Knowing stuff = valuable. Context = useful.

See I was able to quickly extrapolate from my life experience with the coast in Florida (owned by private developers and hotels) and the coast in California (owned by the state). Tiny epiphany of, "Oh yeah, I remember the Public Trust. And, that's what I never liked about capitalism - the concentrations of wealth. That sucks!"

In sum, people suck the cock of "self-reliance" and "personal responsibility" and get their ass-fucked by greedy bastards who wind up with all the money and laugh and laugh. Also, the greedy bastards look exactly like the dude in Monopoly with his monocle and top hat.

Sure, once your profile is written. I never wrote a profile I liked that didn't serve as a barrier to the objective. So, no more. In person, or not at all. And even then, no speed dating. I like being upfront way too much to succeed at that.

'Tis true, that's the downside, the profile creation. Well, for me I like the profile-writing. I think that at heart I'm a lekking species.

... is it just me that thinks that you put that in a profile and you've just told the dating community that if they're at all inclined that way, past history suggests your head can be successfully messed with?

Someone told me once that all men wrote some request for "no fatties" (usually written as "weight/height proportionate, politely). All women asked for a fat wallet.

I combed through Match.com, an sure enough, there was a large amount of both. So in my profile I wrote that I'm thick, but that I had "my own platinum card and don't need yours."

Didn't matter. I wasn't particularly resentful, (well, okay, sometimes) because we are attracted to what we're attracted to.

Someone told me once that all men wrote some request for "no fatties" (usually written as "weight/height proportionate, politely). All women asked for a fat wallet.

'Tis true. There's a lot of stereotypical behaviour in online dating. I'd also add that it seems a large number of guys (I don't know if it's the majority, but I think it is a sizable majority of the advances made) are only after a bit of boompty boompty, to put it delicately.

yeah, I got propositioned a lot for NSA sex. I'm female. I have all my teeth. My hygeine is pretty good. I can get NSA sex with unattractive slobs 3 times a day.

This all helped me understand that I'm way to bitter and uncomfortable in my own skin to take on a relationship deeper than the one I have with gay porn.

This all helped me understand that I'm way to bitter and uncomfortable in my own skin to take on a relationship deeper than the one I have with gay porn.

...I think maybe Allyson is me. At least in this respect.

WRT the flirting thing - I know that I can flirt, because I occasionally do, in a cheerfully reckless, means-nothing, unpremeditated kind of way. But pretty much inevitably I find myself thinking "...crap, what did I do? Now he/she LIKES me! RUN AWAY! RUN AWAY!" And promptly become distant, either literally or figuratively. But when I do fancy someone, and have had time to think 'crap, I fancy you!', my automatic response is to become Platonic Girl, in a sort of fuckedup premptive strike of YouCan'tBreakMyHeartByNotFancyingMe,BecauseLookHowTotallyBlaseIAmAboutAllThis-ness.

...yeah. Not so much surprising that I'm painfully single, really, between one thing and another.

sighs.