Going to bed, soon, but in order to bore myself to sleep, I decided to check out online NYC prospects (read: make sure my ex does not have an online profile). I was watching Will and Grace DVDs, but was having too much fun and ended up getting MORE awake rather than less, so I figured draining my mind with the nonsense that normally fills people's profiles would help fatigue me.
I have to say that while Cairo has not been easy, romantically, some of the profiles I'm reading (within certain search parameters to maximize the chances of finding the target) make me think that I'll be single FOREVER. Three that stick out in my mind are:
- A guy who only wants slave boys who hold master's degrees (I thought the vocabulary used was QUITE ironic). I *obviously* do not fit that bill (ask any of the waiters I've made cry).
- A writer/producer/lawyer (read: unemployed and full of himself) who listed his favourite film as Shakespeare in Love (!). I'm guessing that's why we haven't heard of his work.
- A guy who bragged about the size of his KITCHEN (we are right to breathe a sigh of relief that this is all he was bragging about). Fine...BUT, he was "looking for" someone who would like to cook in it. Now, VC doesn't have any problem with a nice kitchen, in fact, I think the kitchen can be one of the most beautiful rooms in a house, but don't expect me to cook in it, or enjoy cooking with you in it, or understand the difference between a sauce pan and a...wok (those are that ONLY two pans I can even think of!)...is there such thing as a grease pan? That sounds right.
A nice arrangement that I had with the ex, convenient for him, me, and the tiny kitchen, was that I did not pass the threshold to the kitchen, and interacted with him while he cooked *across the bar*. Occasionally I entered to grab a champagne glass for my vanilla coke (it was sort of a THING, back then), or sneak in to put some Laughing Cow cheese in the fridge (which he considered to be a total offense to his taste in real cheese), but I can honestly say that I have not turned on a stove in...gosh...years...and years.
*sigh*
So where does that leave the chunk? Single, hungry, NOT watching Gwyneth in drag, and NOT bent over anyone's knee. Maybe it would be a useful exercise for me to think of what kind of profile WOULD make me happy? What DO I want? HAHAHA -- a rep/jazz musician (? I have no idea, they aren't captioning him) from New Orleans on BBC right now just described the people of New Orleans as "wild and elegant." That's a start. Maybe emphasis on the elegant and light on the wild? I could work with that. Throw in kind, critical, culturally-engaged, directed, established, and bold, and we've got ourselves a match :)
(oh no! The guy from New Orleans just decided to expand this idea of wildness by comparing New Orleans to Ancient Greece, which, he reminds us, had "all this wild stuff" and ALSO gave birth to Homer)
Well I'm getting sleepy, so that's a good thing!
Will update, tomorrow.
VC