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24 September 2009 @ 03:06 am
Turning over a new leaf, or rather turning over an old leaf.  
I've been thinking recently. Don't panic! This isn't the end of the world. It's simply that I've had alot of time on hands recently being since my tibia and fibula were powderized. One might wonder what it is that I have been thinking of and I would ask them why they delight in poking a hive of angry hornets with their bare finger. In all seriousness though, I have pondered many things. Some are sheer nerdliness, but others pertain more to my current position in live. One of the major things that I lack at present is a companion.

Sex isn't my sole motivation for seeking companionship, but I will honestly admit that it is near the top of the list. I require more from a companion than merely sex. In fact, I've recently turned down two potential sex-only partners as well as stopped associating with them. You might remember that I sank "two fleets" awhile ago and even had to re-sink the second one. I had to be a total and absolute dick for either to understand that I wanted more than sex. I shall mention neither of their names, despite having unfriended and blocked them both.

Even before I broke my leg, I was confusedly searching for myself, or rather, what myself desired of the fairer gender. In doing so, I have left a trail of hurt and angry women stretching back for some distance. Some of forgiven me, some have not, as is their right. I'm not asking for anyone's forgiveness, but rather thanking them for experiences they gave as I plodded through seeking answers.

An odd statement, but I grow weary of the passive approach. I'm tired of waiting for game to crawl over into my trap and spring it. I wish to chase my prey down, sink my teeth into the soft flesh of it's neck, and revel in the life that sprays out. I wish to hunt! I want to charge through the woods with a blunderbuss screaming at the top of my lungs.

I, Franny J, wish for a standard relationship. I am not yet ready to be a father, as I am still a child myself. That's not to say that I don't want to have kids, just not anytime soon. I don't wish to contract an STD either, though I'm not equating children to STDs. I seek a partner in crime and not a submissive slave. It's one thing to be indecisive from time to time, but she should not become wholly dependent upon me unless we are to be married. On that topic, I will not seek someone's hand until I am atleast 28 and that's firm. Having witnessed several weddings in the past few years, I refuse to marry unless my career is solid and possess a comfortable nest egg to fall back upon. That is also firm.

Having similar interests is a definite plus, but not mandatory. Seriously, how many women enjoy sci-fiction/fantasy as well as video games/table-top games? For that matter, how many enjoy reading and writing and going to see musicals and exploring new social scenes as much as they enjoy staying in and lazy Sundays and cuddling under either a crisp autumn night or a cold and dreary winter day? Tattoos and piercings are hot yet not required, nor are the desire to smoke or drink occasionally in a social situation. If you can match my intensity for living life to the fullest and loving every second of it, congratulations, go to the head of the class.

I have an odd sense of humor, to put it simply, blending sarcasm and absurdism together without any concern for whom they may offend. You could liken me to Martin Silenus from Dan Simmons Hyperion or, for those that haven't read Simmons' Cantos, a satyr found at a bacchanal. Despite vulgarity or possible damage to your mental faculties, you will always have a smile on your face or a hardy laugh, sometimes at my expense. It is sometimes like looking at the face of Cthulu, the effect my jokes have on people. Disclaimer: You have thus been warned and therefore have waived all rights to legal reparations if you continue onward.

Any takers?