hello!

[bellissimom]

I am getting tired of POF, where the men are "lookin' " and "got what U need"

I decided to use my brains to search for companionship and found this site.

I did not notice any introductory topics or any regional categories.

I am from Blind River, Northern Ontario and I am exceptionally boring.
I have a hoard of kids, teach guitar, am into laissez-faire gardening, love nature, reading, CBC radio and other coma-inducing activites.

today is a gift

[humbouldt]

`I notice patterns on POF too. Most profiles contain no evidence of any interests that are (a) intellectual (b) generous nor (c) creative. "Reading" is not intellectual. Going to the "theatre" is not generous. Liking "anything outdoors" is not creative.

I found this site searching for "intellectual chat" or something. It seems to have 1/10,000 the population of POF.

I think you are exceptionally interesting and funny. And far away, sigh.

-- Bob in NH

[elegantlady (deleted)]

`I just finally deciphered what you both called POF. Talk about intellectual! Well, that's what you get when you really don't have time to waste on simple things or too much experience LOL. However, I've also experienced failure on that site, so I've come to prefer this one, though the action is limited.

Best of luck in friendship or love!

[humbouldt]

Ah, point well taken EL*. Thanks for pointing out my OUA*. It was impolite, and against the CMS*, for me to not SOA*.

* EL=Elegant Lady, OUA=Overuse of Acronyms, CMS=Chicago Manual of Style, SOA=Spell Out [My] Acronyms, POF=PlentyOfFish.com. Now who are you gonna call "plain silly". ROFL

[hectorschmector]

`Any body protest to my BN*-ing. Would any DLK*'s care to W* with me 'neath this magnificent canopy we share - this canopy of YWR*?
I've quite an interesting story which I'll share with each of you NMRY*'s - if of course you've enough interest to R* it.

I call it 'The Solubility of Nonsense... with Guitar'

This morning I saw the Great JC*. He was J*ing by a LP*, mumbling about the EER*s growing behind his RLP*. With no reservations for precaution (it was JC, our saviour!) I pulled out my ATG* and, avoiding eye-contact, placed it at his sandals. He told me I was a UMN* trapped inside of a QD*'s body. And I woke up without my tongue!


The details belong to you. Who said freedom was a myth? Here, failure's a myth. Bon Appetit - I look forward to your SOA's (Cf. humbouldt's last post)