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In response to “Girlfriend Wanted”,

Of all the beginning specifications stated I am perfectly suited.

I can promise we will spend too many resources on decorating for any holiday, but most especially for Halloween and Christmas. Mischief is an ingrained part of my character, and I have no qualms about kissing in any sort of circumstance, regardless of place or time. I love wind chimes, but I must ask how you feel about sun catchers as well.

I am on the shorter side of average height and my weight is a little lower than I’d like, but I appreciate your open mind in regards to hair color, as mine changes frequently from naturals to neon and everything in between. I care nothing for politics but know enough to stay informed.

Cynics and critics are the pothole people on the road of life and I can assure you I am not among them. I must forewarn you, though I do not consider myself a pessimist I do have days when everything is dreary so I trust you will have understanding in such situations and if you continue being your usual self, the problems should sort themselves out in due time.

I am more voluptuous in character than figure, but I don’t believe that will pose any sort of issue for either of us if you know what you’re getting into.

I admire Mary Poppins’ philosophy and adore Elvira’s air and stylish appearance, but I can say I am wholeheartedly my own person whatever resemblance I might have.

I can tolerate whistling although I cannot do it myself so I prefer to hum. I also burst into fits of song at the slightest remembrance of a tune. Tickle torture is fine, so long as it is not one-sided for I give as good as I get and all is fair in love and war. If you can promise me a dance, I’m sure I’ll find anything you choose to play enjoyable. But if we’re strictly speaking James Taylor, then putting on How Sweet it Is or You’ve Got a Friend is a guaranteed way to get a smile at the very least. I am neither an early bird nor a night owl, but if you cuddle me in the mornings I’ll only leave the comfort of your arms when you leave the comfort of your downy. If not, there’s always time for breakfast in bed and those morning butterfly kisses.

I’ll match your limp with my twitch, your soft hands with my hardy ones, and your preternatural love of autumn with my own.

As for being called a “coal-eyed dandy”, it certainly does sound like a compliment so why not indulge yourself with accepting it as such?

I wiggle my feet in my sleep as well, have a vocabulary that would make a sailor blush, and think any Muppet movie is a good one. I am predisposed to anything Tim Burton, but most especially his claymation works.

You don’t ask for very much, but for all you do ask I would happily give and receive.

A few more notes of reference about myself are as follows;

I drink an excessive amount of tea, entertain nonsensical ramblings with myself, and read like it’s air.

I stammer and stutter quite regularly, play the piano (I use the term “play” very loosely), love breakfast for dinner, and adore anything by Tolkien, Lovecraft, or Poe.

I abhor gardening but love flowers. I prefer dogs to cats but only in the slightest, and I find ironic or outrageous names to be fantastic.

There isn’t much I can offer but I hope this response suits you well and that you would consider me as an applicant for the task.

 

On Finding Love

All I wanted from love was someone who stayed. Someone who gave in equal respects as I and who wasn’t afraid of knowing me inside and out. They would be willing to learn me, like an oceanographer learns the waters of their craft, while remaining as amazed at me as when they first began to dip their toes into cool crystal pools in the summers of their youth, knowing there is so much more beneath the glassy surface; that it can turn tumultuous in the noon and become calm again under the moon’s gentle light, reflecting the sky so above and below there is nothing but the beauty of a world of stars.

Simple as it sounds, it is sure to be harder than imagined. Life is like that. Love, even more so. I’ve found it to be a fickle thing, not to say untrustworthy, but definitely ever-changing. One second it’s the most perfect feeling, making your heart soars as high as eagles, floating amongst the clouds. The next it’s torturous and frightening, like running in the dark, stumbling over yourself desperate to find that old light to save and guide you. It cannot be found by being circumspect but I am a being crafted by caution. Cold and calculating, I feel less with my heart than perceive emotions with my mind. Life has yet to place someone in my path that quiets those voices in my head and allows my heart to speak, to feel the other’s presence like a balm on my soul. But love keeps my hopeful. It’s a golden honey I crave with my entire being, licking lips and longing for a taste of that sweetness only love can satiate.

Remembrance

All it takes is a photograph

Or a line from a book,

A song.

Old sweatshirts soaked in memories smelling of cologne and Autumn bonfires,

The sleeve still bearing your fingerprints and whenever I wear it I feel your hand like a phantom limb

haunting me.

The rivers of my mind flow like saltwater rapids in remembrance of my tears,

Bringing up sepia-toned scenes and late-night conversations in hushed tones,

Every moment recorded and replaying, repeating

Like a trampoline timeline, stretching and bouncing me back to the beginning.