I got tired of maintaining a serious profile on Match.com, so I made some modifications. I was particularly proud of my response to the section "Describe your perfect match:"
My perfect match is nuanced with ineffable subtleties that sing to me like tiny little poems. Her voice whirls around me, and I remember her from my dreams. She walks like a nymph with naked feet tip-toeing across the water. She has a delicate transience but is not fickle nor indecisive. She wanders in the day and comes home, child-like, with dirty knees and hands, to tell me of the things she caught and the places she found. She tells me so many stories they couldn't all possibly be true, but I am still better for the hearing. We muse and loaf together. She loves me and tugs at my shoulders.
My perfect match is nuanced with ineffable subtleties that sing to me like tiny little poems. Her voice whirls around me, and I remember her from my dreams. She walks like a nymph with naked feet tip-toeing across the water. She has a delicate transience but is not fickle nor indecisive. She wanders in the day and comes home, child-like, with dirty knees and hands, to tell me of the things she caught and the places she found. She tells me so many stories they couldn't all possibly be true, but I am still better for the hearing. We muse and loaf together. She loves me and tugs at my shoulders.
lizardam:
Priceless!
mallory:
it sounds to me like you want a child.. not a woman