My OKCupid Profile
Mar. 4th, 2009 01:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fiat_knoxI just changed my OKCupid profile to read as follows:-
My self-summary
I saw something on a TV show the other day; someone was given a simple piece of advice. "Look under the skin."
I honestly wish people would, at least where I'm concerned.
I just changed my profile settings to cut out "dating" and "sex partners." I'm never going to have much cash, and I'm, by most of the media's standards, old and ugly.
You'll never meet a man more honest in his intentions towards you. I've given up for many months. I just want friendship.
What I'm doing with my life
I'm just trying to get my agenda advanced as much as I possibly can, in terms of getting my career on track, and getting back into social networking, making new people whom I want to know as more than just Facebook or LJ friends.
At the moment, I don't want romance, which is quite handy because I don't believe I am ever going to get any romance. All I want is someone who's willing to meet me face to face more than once.
I'm really good at
Writing. I do a lot of writing, and I'm generally online most of the time. I do a couple of other things, but mostly it's the writing.
Oh, and I never get bored. There's always something to do.
The first thing(s) people usually notice about me
I've got a distinctive talisman around my neck, in a small pouch, regardless of what I'm wearing. I'm rarely without it.
I know the occulty stuff always turns people away, but here's something to think about; I really no longer care.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
"Star Maker" and "Odd John," by Olaf Stapledon; "When Things Fall Apart" and "The Places That Scare You," by Pema Chodron; a whole bunch of books by Nigel Pennick; and "Perfume," by Patrick Susskind.
The six things I could never do without
- My talisman
- Lucy, my camera
- Clio, my digital voice recorder
- Pen
- Paper
- My mind
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What I'm thinking about usually ends up getting written down. If it’s usable in a story, or worthy of being posted up in my blog, I note it down for future reference, whether it’s a link to a news article or a particularly vivid dream.
On a typical Friday night I am
At home. Online. Writing. Reading. Much reading.
The most private thing I'm willing to admit here
I am in such pain all the time.
I have such a capacity for love; and to be shunned by this stupid, hoopla world in favour of the rich, the fashion-claimed and the popular, blindly emulating the stupidity on TV. It's unbearable.
You should message me if
... you've made it this far without running away, screaming.
... you like people who consider it cool to take photos of their own shadows.
... you have an interest in The Occult that's a little deeper than Yvette Fielding and Paul O'Grady being assaulted by the ghosts of Italian nuns.
... you know what I mean by the terms "Shadow People," "The Man in the Big Broad Rimmed Hat" and "The Bedshakers."
... you've met them.
... you're not scared of them.
... you have an interest in science that's a little deeper than the stuff you see on the TV.
... you have courage and honour, and you can show me that you're not scared of where I'm going, because it's where you'll be going too, with your eyes wide open, even if only for a short time.
I also changed my criteria to just "New friends," and unchecked anything resembling preferences for sex or romance. I give up. People like me just don't belong in the subset of people with a chance of romance, and I really have grown far too accustomed to the Abyss by now to believe otherwise.
My self-summary
I saw something on a TV show the other day; someone was given a simple piece of advice. "Look under the skin."
I honestly wish people would, at least where I'm concerned.
I just changed my profile settings to cut out "dating" and "sex partners." I'm never going to have much cash, and I'm, by most of the media's standards, old and ugly.
You'll never meet a man more honest in his intentions towards you. I've given up for many months. I just want friendship.
What I'm doing with my life
I'm just trying to get my agenda advanced as much as I possibly can, in terms of getting my career on track, and getting back into social networking, making new people whom I want to know as more than just Facebook or LJ friends.
At the moment, I don't want romance, which is quite handy because I don't believe I am ever going to get any romance. All I want is someone who's willing to meet me face to face more than once.
I'm really good at
Writing. I do a lot of writing, and I'm generally online most of the time. I do a couple of other things, but mostly it's the writing.
Oh, and I never get bored. There's always something to do.
The first thing(s) people usually notice about me
I've got a distinctive talisman around my neck, in a small pouch, regardless of what I'm wearing. I'm rarely without it.
I know the occulty stuff always turns people away, but here's something to think about; I really no longer care.
My favorite books, movies, music, and food
"Star Maker" and "Odd John," by Olaf Stapledon; "When Things Fall Apart" and "The Places That Scare You," by Pema Chodron; a whole bunch of books by Nigel Pennick; and "Perfume," by Patrick Susskind.
The six things I could never do without
- My talisman
- Lucy, my camera
- Clio, my digital voice recorder
- Pen
- Paper
- My mind
I spend a lot of time thinking about
What I'm thinking about usually ends up getting written down. If it’s usable in a story, or worthy of being posted up in my blog, I note it down for future reference, whether it’s a link to a news article or a particularly vivid dream.
On a typical Friday night I am
At home. Online. Writing. Reading. Much reading.
The most private thing I'm willing to admit here
I am in such pain all the time.
I have such a capacity for love; and to be shunned by this stupid, hoopla world in favour of the rich, the fashion-claimed and the popular, blindly emulating the stupidity on TV. It's unbearable.
You should message me if
... you've made it this far without running away, screaming.
... you like people who consider it cool to take photos of their own shadows.
... you have an interest in The Occult that's a little deeper than Yvette Fielding and Paul O'Grady being assaulted by the ghosts of Italian nuns.
... you know what I mean by the terms "Shadow People," "The Man in the Big Broad Rimmed Hat" and "The Bedshakers."
... you've met them.
... you're not scared of them.
... you have an interest in science that's a little deeper than the stuff you see on the TV.
... you have courage and honour, and you can show me that you're not scared of where I'm going, because it's where you'll be going too, with your eyes wide open, even if only for a short time.
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I also changed my criteria to just "New friends," and unchecked anything resembling preferences for sex or romance. I give up. People like me just don't belong in the subset of people with a chance of romance, and I really have grown far too accustomed to the Abyss by now to believe otherwise.
