This just in!! I was shot down by one of the 3 ladies to whom I wrote for happy fun date times. It was the polite form letter rejection, so that's alright then. According to her profile, I'm 3 years above her age requirements.
Okay, so I've learned after my cookies expired that you need a Match Dot Com account to be able to see my profile. It's so dramatic! When you click on a link to it, you get this blocker page that entices you to sign up to read more about "HIM". Tee hee. I'm "HIM".
So I'm going to post here the pertinent information;
about me and who I'm looking for:
I'm described as a good, fun-loving guy, which must be true since I like to laugh. I'm looking for someone who wants to come laugh with me. Let's carve out some "us" time--make ourselves a no-stress zone in the middle of New York! We deserve it! :-D
I'm a hobbyist writer and have a dramatized audio adventure which is online even as you're reading this!
favorite hot spots:
Coffee or tea shop, in a corner where the plush furniture is. Near the brickwork wall, under the speakers where Morcheeba, Sade, or Alison Krause is playing.
Right now, I'm hooked on eclairs from Hot & Crusty. I've had other eclairs, but these are by far the best. So, yeah. Food is my favorite thing (for now). Theater is making a comeback too.
I'm finishing "Wicked" by Gregory Maguire. Finished "T is for Trespass" by Sue Grafton. And I'm caught up on at least 7 monthly Marvel and DC titles.
(Every choice here was a body part. My best feature was actually not listed. ;-) That's right, I said it!)
Sports and exercise:
* Walking / Hiking
* Exercise 3-4 times per week
* Meat and potatoes
* Book club/Discussion,
* Coffee and conversation,
* Dining out,
* Hobbies and crafts,
* Museums and art,
* Music and concerts,
* Performing arts,
* Graduate degree
* Other profession
* (omitted now on the actual profile too. Didn't know therapists made so little, right?)
* Middle of the Road
* Don't display my sign
* Live with roommate(s)
Pets I have: No answer
Pets I like:
Well? Is it sad beyond all reason? Did the rejecting madame laugh herself into an oxygen-deprived coma, with only enough strength to choose the polite rejection letter option? Or would you give me a tumble?