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Maybe I have a type after all (and my new dating profile page!)

Written by on March 12, 2012
Filed Under Romance and Relationships

A few people suggested that I create a dating profile on my blog, so I managed to hack one up today (check it out here).

For now it’s a copy of the profile intro I’ve been using with some extra stuff tossed in.  Might add some pictures later on (as long as I’m not identifiable in any shape, form or way), but i’m too lazy to do anything of the sort now.  Let me know what you think though.

After pasting my profile I started writing up what I personally wanted in a female companion, and I think that surprised me, because my description of the dream girl started to become more detailed and specific.   So much that I was starting to wonder if I wasn’t describing a real person.  That maybe, somehow, I was imprinted with a sense of who she might be even though I don’t know WHO she actually is just yet.

Maybe that’s just the romantic, idealistic side of me dreaming again, but it’s nice to think that there might be something to this.  It’s on my dating profile now, but I’ll re-post it here for your perusal:

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As for the kind of girl I’m looking for, physically my type seems to be women who are especially girlie, big bright eyes that just draw you in, with a soft look and expression about them (and not the permanent, stony faced scowls that seem to be so common among women these days.) Think Zooey Deschanel or Jessica Alba, pretty much the only two celebrities I’ve ever daydreamed about. Well, other than Rebecca Herbst that is, who I had a thing for back when I was in college (a soap opera star in General Hospital.)

Besides that, she’s quiet, shy, and a bit introverted (or maybe a lot). She loves reading books, whether it’s on a Kindle or iPad, although maybe she just likes to hold an actual book physically. She might have reading glasses too, granny type glasses that make her look even more adorably cute.

She dreams a lot, sometimes lost in thought, always thinking. She’s kind-hearted and volunteers somewhere to help people in need. She’s the type that’s always looking for a quiet spot by herself in a park or an arboretum, content to watch nature and observe people.

And when she smiles, there’s almost a melancholy sadness about it, and yet it’s a smile that could light up my day and make me feel as right as rain again.

She’s quirky and funny, and maybe a bit clumsy. She almost never curses, and might even still blush red if she says things like darn and poopie.

She cares about her looks, but not excessively so. Her hair is long, maybe slightly curly, maybe not, always beautiful. She dresses tastefully, a bit modestly, but somehow attractively. She loves animals, might have a dog or a cat that looks just as adorably cute as she does.

She has an artistic side, whether in music, art or poetry. She feels deeply, and loves deeply. She is a romantic, a true one, she equally craves intimacy and bonding with the love of her life. Soulmates are not a silly concept for her.

She sees the world through child-like eyes, always fascinated by it and viewing it with a sense of wonder.

She is, for all intents and purposes, the girl of my dreams.

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Last night I had the strangest dream…

Written by on May 19, 2011
Filed Under Tumblelog

So I dream that I’m walking into a diner, and looking around I noticed this beautiful girl in a flowery dress at one of the tables.  Kinda Jessica Alba-ish looking, only she was sporting a bruise on her knee.  Still, absolutely beautiful.  She was then walking out, but as she passed me, she held my arm for a few seconds before finally walking out the door.

I then sat down and started daydreaming about her while the song “Anytime You Need a Friend” by Mariah Carey played over the radio.  And it occurred to me:  I’m daydreaming about the girl of my dreams… in my dream.

When did my life get to be so meta?

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A Tale of Two Tracking Bugs

Written by on March 9, 2011
Filed Under Geocaching

In the world of geocaching, there’s a fun activity that involves the use of what’s called Travel Bugs. Basically, Travel Bugs are items of virtually any nature small enough to fit inside a geocache, with a unique tag attached to each one. These tags are shaped like dog tags, and have tracking numbers that can be used to log a retrieval or a drop-off of a Travel Bug, or just to prove you discovered one. Each bug has their own profile page where you can track their progress online and learn about what its mission/objective is. Some bugs have a goal of traveling to specific locations, while others have no specific objective in mind except to move from cache to cache.

To join in on the fun, I decided to release two Travel Bugs of my own last year. I went to a Walmart and found one of those split heart necklaces (those sappy necklaces where two lovers wear one half of a heart each,) then bought two tracking tags off Geocaching.com so I could release them separately into the wild. I released the first half of the necklaces in Boston near the sight of the famous Boston Tea Party, then the second half at a geocache in Central Park, Manhattan on Valentine’s Day. The goal I set was that these two necklaces (now Travel Bugs) would someday be brought together by a geocacher. Whoever accomplished the task could then keep both necklaces.

I know, silly right? I was feeling particularly sappy and stupid when I came up with this idea, but I figured why not. It’s been over a year now and both Travel Bugs have already traveled over 1,500 miles since their release.

Guess where they are now?

The first half is in AUSTIN, TEXAS, specifically in the hands of a pastor, who is planning to hand it off either to me or a nearby geocache once I arrive. The second half is in DALLAS, the very same city I’ll be visiting shortly after Austin.

What are the odds that the very same Travel Bugs would be in exactly the right cities, at exactly the right time when I’d visit, over a year and several thousand miles of journeying later?? It’s nearly unfathomable.

I used to daydream that I would someday go out and retrieve these bugs on my own, and in the course of doing so I would meet the girl of my dreams, who would also happen to be looking to unite the Travel Bugs as well. Two hearts, at long last united through geocaching, after a lifetime of looking. Sigh… if only.

It’s a silly and stupid dream, and I know it won’t come to pass. Sometimes a coincidence is just a coincidence after all, although in my case, they’ve become more like instruments of torture. Just fate continually playing cruel jokes on me, to the point that I’ve lost all belief in the idea of there being soulmates, that the universe wasn’t random and senseless, and that there really WAS a purpose to all the events I’ve experienced in my lifetime. Nope. Life is random, cold, cruel, vacuous and utterly meaningless.

… Isn’t it?

Still, for them to be so close by, at just the right time in just the right places, it behooves me to resist going after these two hearts while I’m down there in in the Lone Star State. Maybe there’s a reason for it, and maybe not, but either way, I’ll have a story to tell.

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Continuing a Christmas Tradition

Written by on December 25, 2010
Filed Under Personal Reflections

This Christmas might be one of the rare occasions where I’m actually looking more forward to seeing others open the presents I gave them rather than the presents that were given me. I think the little boy inside me is finally growing up a little.

One of the things I had planned to do for this Christmas this year was watch It’s A Wonderful Life, ending my boycott of the film which had become something of a tradition for me over the years. I avoided watching the movie because it was my hope that if I ever met the girl of my dreams, I could watch the movie for the first time ever with her. I no longer believe that there’s a girl out there for me though, but still, this year just didn’t feel right. I wanted to watch it in New Hampshire during my getaway, but the condo at the resort I stayed at was so sparse and void of any Christmas decorations that it felt sacrilegious to watch it under those circumstances. Besides, my dear friend Bailey thought the idea was truly romantic and that I should hold on for just a little while longer.

So, my tradition of boycotting the film gets a one year reprieve. If there really is anyone out there for me, she’s got one year left to make the magic happen.

Curiously enough, I may end up staying at the Christmas Farm Inn in New Hampshire this February for a night or two just to see if it might be worth staying at for another potential holiday getaway in the White Mountains next year. Either that or the Snowflake Inn. They certainly have the right names for the occasion, that’s for sure. But that’s a decision to be made for another day. We’ll see what the new year brings.

In the meantime, have a very Merry Christmas all!

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Why I will never find the girl of my dreams unless I travel

Written by on July 24, 2010
Filed Under Romance and Relationships

So the other day I was doing so random surfing when I came upon some statistics from U.S. Census, produced in 2004.

I’ve always wondered just how many eligible bachelorettes were really out there in the good old U.S. of A, so I started crunching some numbers. Here’s the skinny: there are approximately 8 million men between the ages of 25-34 who have never married. By comparison, there are only 6 million women in the same demographic who have never married.

Since I won’t likely consider dating someone younger than 25, not just because of the creepy age difference, but also because someone that young will have a different and more naive perspective on life that would undoubtedly clash with my own sadder (but wiser) worldview, I’ve thus limited my options to within this age range.

I also won’t consider anyone with kids either, not merely because of the inherent risks that comes with raising someone else’s children (and the fact that I would be playing second fiddle to the kids right from the start), but also because Mommy would hurt me really badly if I ever brought home a girl cradling Junior and Juniorette on each arm.

So, according to stats I found elsewhere, 34% of women who have never married have kids. That winnows down the list to less than 4 million.

Since subjective traits such as personality, etc. can’t be measured in statistics, I’ll use the voting record to at least filter out those with incompatible political views. Since I’m conservative that would rule out the 70% of women who voted for Obama, which leaves me with less than 1.5 million eligible women.

Even now that still fails to take into consideration physical chemistry, common personality traits, religion, etc. (and also hoping she is of a sound enough mind without the need for mind altering drugs to keep her from going batpoopie insane.) Using all these factor it would be a MIRACLE if there were even 500,000 women left, but I’ll be generous though and presume even accounting for all these additional factors, there are still 1 million girls left that I can sample like a tasty free snack at the local supermarket. 1 million though only is 0.33% of the entire United States population. Less than one third of one percent. Gees.

Compounding things even more is the fact that under these conditions, there are now 8 guys for every 1 eligible bachelorette I might be interested in. I have to contend and somehow beat out 7 other guys to get a shot at a girl who may or may NOT be the one. The odds I have to beat are enormous.

And now my experience in this country suddenly starts to make a little sense. It explains why single moms with looks that could freeze over a nuclear reactor could STILL see their inbox jammed with letters from single desperate guys on online dating sites. It has become a buyer’s market for women here, and under these conditions, I understand now why so many girls I run across would always be obnoxious, arrogant, mean spirited or just plain cold and aloof. They can afford to be that way, because the odds are overwhelmingly in their favor.

Even for a decent girl, imagine having to deal with a mountain of guys all vying for her attention and wanting to get into her pants. Imagine it happening so often, day after day after day, that by the time the 8th guy rolls around who isn’t a complete poopieface (say, yours truly) she’ll be so disgusted by men that I’ll get shut down before I even have a chance to say hello.

Given these numbers and what they reveal about the current state of affairs in America, the Census data has offered me irrefutable proof that that dating scene here has become absolutely IMPOSSIBLE. Unless I’m willing to lower my standards dramatically and hook up with some Prozac popping Sasquatch for some psychedelic Nightmare on Elm Street kind of funsies, I have no recourse but to remain single.

Or… travel. A LOT.

Even if I stayed within the states, just traveling everywhere I can and as much as I can would at least boost the odds that I’ll come across one of the 1 million decent girls who might be…. THE ONE. Heck even traveling just 150 miles into Pennsylvania opened up a few opportunities for me. One thing’s for sure, I’ve been stuck here in New York for 30 something years and I have not come any iota closer to finding anyone. There really may be nothing for me here, so maybe it’s time to see what’s out there instead.

Beginning with oh say, a 12 state road trip I’m planning to do this fall. :-D

UPDATE: I was sent a link to this interactive map that paints a DEVASTATING picture for young, single men. The tide only starts to turn as men and women get older. Basically if I was willing to date 40-50 year old cougars I’d be the life of the party. Awesome.

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