OMG I kinda joined Geek2Geek and a guy "favorited" me and he's PERFECT ON PAPER. What do I do? I haven't even written a profile; he must have "picked" me based solely on my location and my photo. How do I write a profile for a geeky dating site?
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the usual thing would be to just send a short email--maybe a few sentences. (Perhaps with a question or two.) If he responds then you could send longer messages.
There's a pretty big variety of profiles on gk2gk. I think whatever you come up with would be good, but you could check out other profiles to get some ideas....
The other day, someone "favorited" me and sent me a "wink" on Geek2Geek, but her profile is hidden, so there's no way for me to respond to her or even find out anything about her.
Personally, I think just "favoriting" someone on a dating site like g2g is kinda' lame--why not just send a short email? OTOH, perhaps he doesn't realize when you "favorite" someone, they get an email. (I did that once. The woman wrote back. We have lots in common, but our first date was the last. The old "no chemistry" demon reared its ugly head again....)
another random drug question -- anyone know how long should I wait to have a drink? I know that I wasn't supposed to drink while taking the antibiotics (and I've been sooooo good), but I took my last one this morning. I'm having dinner with a friend tomorrow, and want to know if I could have a glass of wine.
You're fine to booze it up! ...I mean, to have a glass of wine.
Relatedly, I feel like crapsticks today. I'm working at home, for just half a day. I know I need to wait until Thursday to call the doctor (wait, did I post about this in Natter yesterday, rather than here? I think I did
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Yes, I did: Steph L. "Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork" Jul 18, 2011 11:32:52 am PDT), but I keep going back and forth between freezing cold and broiling hot (yet I have no fever), and my cough is back, and my chest kind of hurts (I assume related to the cough), and I've had to use my albuterol inhaler the past day and a half.
One factor is that our air quality is Seventh Ring of Hell right now, and since I'm already sick, my lungs are all, "Bitch, we CANNOT take this crap; we're just going to go over here and lay down for a while." I get that. But I can't tell if I'm in the category of "Taking a long time to get better" or "Getting worse."
Bah. I guess I'll just keep an eye on it and call the doctor if my chest hurts more (it doesn't hurt much right now; it's more sore than anything, which I assume is from the coughing, thank you crappy air quality). Otherwise I'll wait until Thursday for the full antibiotic effect before I call them to beg for a magical cure/witch doctor.
Oh dear Steph, I find those symptoms worrisome. I know my sister the doctor would say that not getting better IS getting worse, so my advice is to call the doctor.
Sending you get better vibes, too.
Teppy, what Burrell said. Call and let your doctor decide if you should be worried or not. She may suggest steroids to help your lungs along.
Teppy, what they said. Better to call the doctor and be sure.
Erin, can I view your profile without creating a OKCupid account?
I think you gotta sign up, Zen, but here's mine (remember, it's kinda old.)
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My self-summary
Adjunct English professor. It's not a far jump from that to guess I like to read, a lot, although I've met some teachers who are dumber than rocks. I'm not. I'm pretty smart, although I have done some dumbass things in my time. Married in April (which means, no, I don't want to see your penis or hook up with you, thanks.)
I am urban, weasel, and chicken
What I’m doing with my life
Teaching, reading (fantasy, bios, sci-fi, historical, non-fiction -- I'm a book slut), smoking -- although I will quit by St.Pats/Easter/4th of July.. No, really. I am. I swear. This time. Promise. (I almost have.)
Being sarcastic, planning parties, organizing in a slightly obsessive-but-not-really-OCD way, talking to my friends, developing my vodka drinks, and other assorted random things, like playing around on the computer and searching for the ultimate red hair dye. Some of these things take up less time, some more. I'll leave to you to guess.
I’m really good at
Reading. Assessing people. Being funny. Being assertive and taking dares. Being a good friend. Writing. Organizing stuff, like parties or trips. Correcting your damn grammar.
The first things people usually notice about me
My boobs; I like low-cut tops. My hair; usually some vibrant shade of red. My, er, eccentric and to many, unfathomable, sense of sick humor.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Authors: Jacqueline Carey Isabel Allende Kazuo Ishiguro Guy Gavriel Kay Dorothy Allison, et al ad naseuam. And at this moment in time, I am enthralled with bios of 1920's era author and poet bios. Although I seem to be working back in time, bio-wise...Colette, Georgiana, Les Grande Horizontales and hetarae (basically, French and Greek courtesans -- hookers. Who doesn't love a good hooker bio?)
Movies and Music: I love cheesy action movies, except with Tom Cruise. He bugs me. Jim Carrey bugs me. Julia Roberts bugs me. Oh, and Renee Zellweger. Other than that, I prefer action/thrillers to comedy, unless it's a really good, sarcastic, bitchy comedy (think Janeane Garafalo).
Music: I am not very musically picky. I like many things: hip-hop, alt (mostly older alt-rock, say early 1990's). I like Beck (the new one is fab), older REM, PJ Harvey, Morphine...lots of things.
Foods: I like all kinds of foods; I am pretty culinarily adventurous. Sushi, Cajun (including crawfish and raw oysters, yum), carpaccio, Mexican, good Italian. I prefer spicy to sweet, and everything goes down better with a good glass of wine.
The six things I could never do without
Books. Glasses. Smokes (I will have to change this soon. Weep for me.) My friends and family. Perfume. Lemon juice.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Books. Etymology. Writing. Sex. Going for my Ph.D. Money. Did I feed the cats? Do I have to do laundry tonight? What am I going to make for dinner? Tangential bizarre things.
On a typical Friday night I am
Lying prone or supine on the couch. Calling friends to see what's going on....or hanging out with my husband and/or friends, probably at someone's house: drinking, smoking, talking, listening to music.
Not saving the world. Not partying with the Hiltons. Not puking in a gutter (although of all the three above things, the last is, honestly, most likely to happen. But not for quite a while. Actually, I have never puked in a gutter. An alley, once. YAY ME.)
Most Fridays, I don't want to go out. So I stay home and watch movies or putter till 3 a.m., and then sleep in late and that feels just damn fine, too.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Oh, I'm not too shy. But I can't come up with anything to say that doesn't make me sound like a deranged slut.
It's all context.
Erin, stop accomplishing so much when you aren't accomplishing anything. You're making us lazy fuckers look bad. hmpf
For realz!
Steph, I think that sounds like "worse" to me.
Zen, awesome. Definitely be yourself. I go by the Dorothy Parker Principle; "And if you do not like me so/to hell, my love, with you." I'd let you see mine, but I just disabled it because I was tired of dealing with annoying messages.
Off to pick up a box of produce, and then I must do some serious menu planning. And then stick to that. Oy.
And since it's Bitches, I'll add some girly TMI:
I think I'm allergic to nonoxynol-9. Ouchy. I wonder if having the fire ant bites on my ankle made my histamines all hyper and shit, so they decided to go crazy in my vajayjay.
Having the kiddo around is amazingly motivating, guys! If nothing else, I gotta get up around 8am, if not sooner.
