...in a fit of desperation, I pulled up Match.com and looked at some of the available dates in my area. And I swear to you, I swear on... whatever it is people usually swear on... that every single man on every single page of the 16 pages of men that came up; every single* man is looking for a woman who is turned on by thunderstorms! And, unbelievably, there was not one mention of romantic walks on the beach. Is it real? Is it fate? Is it possible that I have 256 perfect matches in the small city of Oneonta?!
I'm overwhelmed. I think I need some air.
(* this was not intentional, but worked out pretty well, as every single man is also, of course, single!)
(and that is the last time I'm going to use that word for at least a month.)
About Me
- k8fh
- I'm just like everyone else; a mass of contradictions.... I want things to go my way, but I'm often disappointed by the outcome when they do. I love solitude, but choose to spend most of my time with people. I long for, but am terrified of, permanence. Learning to embrace (or at least endure) loss of any kind is my greatest challenge. I live in Oneonta with my good friend Joel, my ex-boyfriend's cat, Clovis, and a ton of plants.
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