I seem to remember a thread way back when where we learned that you’re also a real gentleman yes? Opens doors, pulls out chairs? You’re a bit too far north for me, but I imagine you could just wander around town doing those sorts of things for strangers and come home with a date no problem 
Weird. There’s a share profile on twitter button. Strange that it would lead to a hidden page.
How bout flickr?
I think you can set your OKC profile to only allow members to see it, or allow the public at large. You must have yours set the first way. I am jealous about Burning Man, btw, and no way do you look 38. If I come across any excellent dudes looking for same I will point them in your direction
I’ve read both the old and the new posts in this thread and what impresses me is the lack of phrases like “likes to cuddle”, “takes long walks”, and the usual silly rhetoric of singles columns. Sounds to me like most Dopers appreciate a sense of humor too.
57, female, divorced, no kids, practicing Christian, thinks Babylon 5 is the best television show ever, likes sci-fi cons, loves to cook and bake, has counter picketed against the Westboro Baptist church back when nobody outside of my own town had heard of them.
That would be my favorite Doper love story ever.
48, single, straight, female. Love sci-fi and fantasy and I have the library to prove it. Just got a permanent job again (yay!), have my own home and two cats. I don’t smoke (and won’t stick around a place where people are smoking), rarely drink, and damnit, yes, I *love *to cuddle. It’s one of my favourite activities, along with smooching and canoodling. I also love to play games, such as Talisman, Robo Rally, Arkham Horror, Dominion, and Settlers of Cataan. Openly liberal, and either an atheist or an agnostic, depending on the wind’s direction. I have a slight case of paronomasia.
Just not the sort to repeat clichés, I think. I’m always tempted to write “likes long walks in the fireplace and sitting in front of a roaring beach.”
“Equally comfortable in a bee-keepers suit or clown shoes.”
Hi, how’s it going’, eh?
:: wanders off to find out what “paronomasia” is, and whether it has anything to do with prosopagnosia ::
The folks in Callahan’s Bar were all paronomasiacs. That’s a hint, son, ah say, a hint.
Ah, if it weren’t for the cats…
Psst! Dude! The cats are a plus factor!
Chubby, middle aged, childless spinster, spend too much time with my dogs. Otherwise charming, witty, clever and passably pretty. Domestically skilled in many things, but not housecleaning. Mostly straight. Southern Ontario, Canada
Not, alas, for me. Much as I love cats, their dander makes me sneeze and my eyes stream.
Are you claiming that owning cats makes SD women undateable? Because if you are, friend, I need to warn you: there’s a shitstorm coming and it’s heading straight for you.
No, it makes me undateable for lady Dopers.
I looked it up. It appears that the punishment for paronomasia is its own re-word.
I’m sorry. Allergies are such a pain.
Two years later, I still believe you.
It’s the very definition.
Fat, 50 year old virgin, still lives with her mother. Owns a horse, sci-fi nerd. Non smoker, non drinker. Can cook, willing to relocate (will not be bringing mother, but will be bringing horse and DVD/Blu-ray collection).
oh and I’m 'bout 6ft tall. and no, I don’t date short guys