Here's the thing.
POF or any online dating site for that matter, doesn't let me market myself well. I have an easier time chatting with someone in the produce section at a Thrifty's or Kin's Market than I do trying to come up with some neat way to say "hello" to you that you haven't already read a million times over.
- For the record, I've not actually spoke to a random person in the vegetable section before. That'd be weird lol
The software made up of one's and zero's can not show or translate to you my characteristics that make me who I am. Or why I'm an awesome catch.
Through POF, you won't get to see that I can make eye contact. That I listen really well, or that I know I can make you laugh. You won't get to hear me tell you some of my many crazy stories and adventures. Like the time I flooded a bar in Chicago. Or the fact that I love space, science and history or that I enjoy the human connection above all else, besides my love for all things music.
You won't get to find out my passionate dislike of people who complain about the most trivial things or that they take for granted what's put in front of them. Or people destined to repeat their mistakes over and over, yet clueless about why their outcome is always the same.... over it!
Monty is the fury, four legged guy in the pictures. I take him with me almost everywhere I go. He's an even better judge of character than I am. He's 9 months, playful and quite the character. I can't express how much I enjoy seeing the world and so many firsts through his eyes. They're always full of wonder, confusion and a love that only a dog can give.
I'm a dreamer. I don't like to criticize people, but to encourage them to explore the depths of what it means to be human. I encourage my friends to be the best people possible. Be passionate. Be the change that you want to see in your life. It reads like an inspiration meme on facebook I know, but it's all true.
You won't be able to know the depth of my obsession with old things without sitting across from me and seeing the pains on my face when I speak about how we no longer make things like we used to do. That the pride in doing something "right" or making a thing to last no longer matters. I wish that I had the skill to make something with my hands. And maybe I will someday. But in the meantime, I will search for things that I need that are made with love and the intention to last a lifetime or longer. I love artisans or craftspeople.
Through the emptiness of type and font you can't possibly know how hard I work, or how hard I try when I've put my mind to something. I see things through. I'm accountable for my actions, failures and success. I'm very self motivated and driven with things that I'm passionate about.
I don't let my failures define who I am as a person. I learn by trying and failing.
I'm often times labeled as opinionated but I find that it's more so because I'm an honest person with both myself and my friends and family. I won't tell you what you need to hear, or want to hear. What value does that have? I'd like to think my relationships are stronger because of it.
I also process things in my head extremely fast. Sometimes I'm told that I can be dismissive. I don't mean to be. It's sometime I'm working on.
I come to POF because I don't often get to meet people outside of my inner circle. I'd like to expand my options and hopefully cast a net into the seemingly cold world of online dating, with the hopes of meeting someone with warmth, substance, humor and similar values.
This is where I shine. I want to know what you're all about and if there's a spark. But no pressure. As Doris Day sang "Que sera sera, whatever will be, will be."
I suggest some coffee or a pint and let the conversation do the rest.