I found myself filling out one of those date site applications yesterday.
I was very honest, stating what I believe spiritually, politically, morally... what I love to do, what I don't like, what I want to do with my life.... everything.
I sent it off, awaiting my 'perfect' matches... with an assurance if I didn't find some one in six months, I had another six months to try. I mean, can it get any better than that?
I received my matches.... and I wondered what fool had read my application and what drugs they were on when they read it...
There were 10 of them.... six lived in the desert, three put one of their most important possessions as their guns (and I'm pretty sure that wasn't a pet name for their manbits), they owned horses (I'm good with that), and all of them put down that they value physical exercise on a daily basis.
I mean, I walk and stuff, but, focus on physical exercise as an important thing of their lives? I believe that we get a certain number of heartbeats...how do you want to use them? I may be mushy when I'm 125, but, I'll be 125.
I resigned my membership.... I can't make it with some physical fitness guy with cactus in their yard and a collection of guns.
I'll take my chances on my own from now on.