Don’t you wish you had a second brain? One which thinks completely different, or at least different, from yourself. One that could always give you that second opinion. One that could tell you what someone else really means and what they will think of you and what you’ve said/ written.
It’s so unfair that women in the trendy movies always have a gay male friend to be a second brain, to interpret the dating male for them. I don’t even have an ex husband to talk to about these things. Not that an ex is a reliable source, but he does have a brain.
Last night I put up a personal ad on the Toronto Craigslist. I think it was a pretty good blab about me. I included the picture which is on my website. http://www.thatgrrl.ca/laura.htm
Large and Lovely North of the City
I like being upfront, it just makes things easier. I am BBW, 41, Sagittarius, divorced, no kids and I live in a small town somewhat between Barrie and Newmarket. I have a home business which is just starting out. I’m a freelance writer, getting into web design, still working on CSS. I have a lot of interests: digital art, web design, reading (sci fi, mysteries and non-fiction), road trips (ever drive to Kincardine and the beaches along there?), urban exploration, sewing and thrift store browsing. I am always learning something new and I enjoy being creative.
I would like to meet a guy around my age, single, with a lot of interests of his own. I don’t understand how some people list their interests as TV, reading and movies. Those are fine but is that all? Intelligence, sense of humour and an easy going nice guy – those are important qualities. I’m not especially concerned with how someone looks, if small children don’t run screaming… likely I won’t either. I’d rather find someone who I enjoy spending time with than someone I can enjoy looking at. Actually, I find one follows the other, if I enjoy the person I’m with they just become more appealing, more touchable and desirable.
I don’t have a huge amount of baggage but I’m not a witless blow up doll either. No one lives 40 years without a few glitches and issues. My ex husband was agoraphobic so I’d prefer a guy who doesn’t have quite that many issues. He’s doing much better in his life now but decided he didn’t want to stay married. That was a few years ago, it’s not like I’m still planning the best methods to dispose of his body.
A twisted sense of humour is a plus, satire preferred over sarcasm. I’m one of those nice girls and I don’t like hearing people belittle each other. An open mind is also a good thing. Pettiness really bugs me. I’m not perfect but I am pretty darn nice overall. In my family I’m still known as the “nice sister”.
Well, that’s enough blabbing. Happy 2006!
So far I had a few useless replies and one which really was interesting. So, for one it was worth it.
The funny thing is how many married men replied telling me how they’d like to have sex with me. Is half the male population brain dead? What does the word single mean to them? Not what it means to me I guess.
Anyway, I would still like a second brain. I wrote a reply back to the interesting guy. But, I think I said too much. I do tend to type as I think and I can type pretty fast to keep up with my brain. Before I knew it I had written a short story, I think I surpassed the 1000 word mark. Likely the poor guy thinks I’m one of those women who never shut up. Which is funny cause Todd (the ex) said I didn’t talk enough.
So, here we are, still…
If blow up dolls had a brain, would they get up and leave or just wait till he was finished and then walk off with his wallet and ID so they could start a real life of their own?
Sometimes I think about these things.