I am just icycled over, not gone.
The story below of romance has had 2 versions in long length put out.
Coordinated of trusting and trustworthy -- I don't see much
hope for these 2 being willing to fetch water. If they do, I
will come running as soon as my broken ankle completely heals.
I was incredibly surprised and approve of the rehab hospital for
the bone break and the specialty surgery hospital for bones
I do some journaling and poetry writing and humming
and hope to improvise trombone -- to call for help in
that situation below. I am the "absent minded professor"
according to Myers-Briggs books on personality.
I dream about a "fast romance" scenario, not exactly love at first
sight -- but love at first touch, with my hands inherited
from 2 generations before me of touch healers just in the
family arena. I believe I can perhaps "mold" certain
items... via caressing etc. I am also doing serious math
research into "catastrophe theory" in 8 dimensions --
8 simultaneous natural calamities at once and has personal
Love shade on hot days. I am temperature sensitive
since about age 38 -- need 72 - 76 year around, except some
colder OK if also snow or sleet. That't the inspired truth
of why I took on this St. Nick gig.
I like butterflies because of the caterpiller. But I
like grasshoppers better -- catch and put in jar with
holes in the top for breathing -- to use as fish bait.
I also like the fire flies in the jar -- a good backup
My idea of a first actual face to face one on one date
after a suitable perhaps 10 e-mails, some with attachments --
and particularly FEEDBACK not just talk without contact, is:
Lost in Carlsbad Caverns, or other cozy dark spot, for
48 hours with 16 candlesticks and no interruptions, except
she can yell help to her chaperone on the other side of
the rock. No humming allowed here in public library, what
about there? She has 40 matchsticks. If they don't last,
it's her choice. I from a young age could not keep time,
just numbers -- what day is it etc? My sight is not so
good so I prefer we have a 90 minute tape recorder which
is the only interruption -- perhaps 60 would be better
to computer time with. We begin by discussing the folllowing
potential joyride with her Italian taxicab friend with us
in back seat simulating joyride going to hospital for
baby birth for 2 hours getting lost etc, and we're just
wrapped in blankets by then. That is the honeymoon if
we get married after that first date by the Catholic
nun in charge of organizing the date etc. The etc is
the tricky part. I have 30 pages handwritten on the whole
shebang, but it might not pass muster -- i.e. have enough
mustard seed of faith implication.
The 30 page story also has the benefits, the annulment
and divorce mock juries outside the courts using best
friends and relatives and worst enemies etc. At most
10 divorces and re-marriages to the same woman with at
least 2 years between "roller coaster" simulateous
episodes and 8 simultaneous crisis kinds at once having
to be contended with -- not 8 kids please.
More plausible timelines for marriage would be -- remember
I am poor scheduler -- is from among the following:
4 months -- hotsy totsy click immediately, has talent and goals, and organizes
9 months -- iffy whether this is any better
2 years -- avoid the worst risks at least
6 years -- minimum with a paranoid
10 years -- recommended with a paranoid -- I know 2 and 6 - 10 is
definitely the range needed with such hypervigilant devil's advocates.
Because of my "creativity glitch" of mania I am willing to
risk all scenarios under suitable safeguards. I've been
around, although inexperienced. That is a paradoxical
confusion or psychotic delusion or psychic intrusion or
"love conquers all" statement .