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And After Nola, the return to online dating, the hopes that one can find something that resembles what I'd lost.
The online dating thing has evolved. There are now questionnaires that promise to pair you with your ideal match, that rate you on every aspect of your existence and try to find you the perfect partner...
This should go easier, better.
It doesn't, of course, courtship is a far more nuanced and complex affair than can be summed up by questionnaires and personality inventories. Consider that 90% of all communication is non-verbal, that unconsciously we find attraction in a 100 subtle cues, the questionnaires, really, mean Jack Sh*t.
But they kind of make it fun. More Sex-Driven? Whore. Don't contact her...clearly someone without integrity or romance.
Hmmm. Less Sex-Driven, Less Kinky, More Pure. Sorry babe, I'm not dead yet. Move on....
More Romantic? More Arrogant? And More Literary and Cool? Now I'm getting a little pissed off, and this is one I contact. If only to see how in the bloody world she could be more literary than me. And it turns out that yes, she read a Stephen King novel a couple of years back, and I realize that these questionnaires and algorithms, their just a fun little game to try and get you chatting to bimbo on the other end, and yet again my online dating life is put onto hold...
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Nola
Now the vast majority of dates don't merit writing about. Normal people, normal lives, just not my people, not my tribe. And when you're online there's a lot of these. Nice, normal people with whom you feel no connection.
A lot of dates, an awful lot of coffee, conversation, dinners even, and still I'm single.
I'm chatting with a girl online, nice, not great profile photos, but we meet at the Good Earth Cafe for coffee, chat, sort of hit it off, plan to meet later, after the weekend, she's a few outstanding internet dates to clear...
We'd had a bit of an online spat, she'd found me a little too challenging, was lured back when I asked her if she "liked Nick Cave". She did, it was something we had in common, and so the conversation continued...
In the beginning she was pretty, she became, as I got to know her, beautiful, the unattainable bar which no subsequent dates would ever reach. We dated for a couple of years, on, off, lived together for a year, in the end it was differing standards of childcare that drove us apart. Her child, obnoxious, the writing was on the wall, following us about and blocking with her palm our every kiss, it offended her, and she, powerless to stop it, my own children held up to a higher bar they came to resent whenever they came 'round. It ended in Idaho, a long hitchhike back with kids in tow, but still I love her and when I am online dating there is always the vague hope that I'll meet someone like her...
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Flood in an old house...
I am living in an old house with my father and my son. There is going to be a flood, and I've gone downstairs to the basement to rescue the dogs...dachshunds, there are 5 puppies in the litter, on the first try I find 3, bring them upstairs, return, find another, bring it upstairs, returning to look for the last one, have to find it quick, there are other things to be rescued here, on a shelf the boy has returned home and left me a pack of cigarettes, (??, name, ?? not my brand), through several doors looking for this last of the dachshunds, finally I find it...
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Princess on my chest
A short nap, and I'd barely drifted off when I dreamed that my old cat, Princess, was sitting on my chest, trying to wake me. And tired of waiting and flicking her tail she leaned forward and bit me hard on the fingers, woke up suddenly with the pain of the bite still in my fingers, shaking them out, no pain, but I think that I should call L**** and see that the cat is alright...
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