The Most Different Strokes...

And this man is different, to say the least. What's that? He looks pretty normal to you. I thought that as well when I opened up my inbox. It wasn't until I looked a bit closer into his profile that I realized how different his was. There was this:

And this....

And these...

And lastly, just in case you weren't sure that was the same guy, there's this:

I'd look at him like that to if I was sitting next to that hot mess. I'm also confused as to why you're wearing a strap-on when you have the real thing; kind of redundant... and it looks uncomfortable.  I mean, hey, you're a cross-dresser, that's great for you. But what exactly about my profile said I was into that kind of thing. I'm not bisexual or "gender-fluid" and I have to say that even if I was and I was looking for someone with a kind of 2 for 1 deal, it'd be with someone who could actually pass for a girl with all, that... stuff. And even as a girl, you look kind of slack. Cover up yourself, leave something to the imagination. Why you gotta have all your stuff out there for the whole internet to see. Stay classy my friend.

In case you're into that kind of thing and think THEY are cute, her name is Sarah and she's into kinky sex; I think that was a given. He/she has a profile, it's a interesting read. Not my cup of anything, but like I said, different strokes. For me this is like a stroking my hair in two separate directions; it makes a hot mess.



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I have been in recovery from drugs and alcohol for six years now. So I am not interested in any of that stuff. I am a bit of a home-body in a way. I like to stay in, make music, drink coffee, do abstract art, meditate, hang out with my rabbit, dress like a girl and take photos, sleep, eat healthy. I do enjoy going out, but I don't do it too often.

My occupation is social service worker, I work in a rehab for addictions. I act as a counselor there, and do lots of other stuff also. Running groups, etc.
Also I'm a certified life skills coach, so I can coach people and run life skill groups in shelters and for businesses.
I also went to school for Comedy Writing and Art and Design, graduated both.

I do performance art for an artist collective , clowning when I get the chance, and I make music , just finished my third CD ' Welcome to Sarah's Nightmare Land'. None of them are like being sold in a record store or anything, but that's not really the point .
I also write weird fiction and stuff.

I have had a lot of friends, but people seem to come into my life and then disappear forever after, aside from a few stowaways.

I live near Dundas West Station . I was going to move, but because my room-mates are never here it's like I live alone, and it's cheap and comfortable.

I am gender-fluid, so there's a part of me that's a girl named Sarah as you can see in my photos.
I don't go out in public as Sarah. Only at home and to go see my spiritual healer. So if you want to hang out with Sarah you would have to come over to watch a movie, or invite her over to your place.
I'm also into kinky-sex, so if you are not then it probably won't work out in the long run.
I have 11 tattoos and plan to get more.
I like seeing therapists and healers, I think constantly self-reflecting, creating and evolving are all keys to healthy relationship with oneself.

U into white guys?

Open up the old inbox. Ah, there's a message.

Yes, but upon closer inspection, you aren't a white guy; you're a bird. 

On that discovery, I have to say, I'm not that into birds. That's the only picture that you have and your profile consists of the following:

Who told you that you were fine and made you believe this would actually fly?

Yea, you! This man wrote me a message a few days ago on POF, that I did not answer, for a reason. I don't find you attractive, Sir. Two days later, I receive the following. Note: I have mentioned that I'm a Blackberry fangirl on my profile, hence the beginning of the message.

The man told me to get my act together! What the? Again, who told you that you were so gorgeous and gave you the belief that you had the right to be so arrogant. And I'm not even trying to say that this line would have worked any better for a better looking man, but it wouldn't have come of so pretentious. Ok, it would have still been pretentious but I guess, it would have been expected?

On that note, I'm never going to call you, you annoy me in text alone, nevermind an actual phone conversation. And you don't know me, at all; a profile does not a biography make. "Get your act together"... The nerve! That's just plain rude, handsome or not.

I have question for you...

On my recent trip into the OKCupid pool of washouts, I found a profile that was not.. horrible. But what intrigued me was one of the personality questions that he had answered, and I had not.

"How does the idea of being slapped hard in the face during sex make you feel?"

In order to see his answer, I have to answer the question. So here are my choices:

1. Horrified
2. Aroused
3. Nostalgic
4. Indifferent

Nostalgic. He he he he. These people are funny. I appreciate their sense of humor but where is "None of the Above"? I don't feel any of these things. Don't get me wrong, I also don't feel like I want someone to slap me in the face - at any time - not just during sex. For lack of choice I will choose... "Horrified". I'm not actually horrified but I don't want to give off the slightest indication that it would be okay to slap me, ever. There should be an option that says, "Aroused and okay if I'm slapped in response". That's the kind of answer I would accept. You slap me, I'm gonna slap you back, but it might not be the sexy slap you were expecting.

And what did this current suitor select... Nostalgic. Never would have guessed that. Lol

Skeptical? "Skeptical" is my middle name!

It's actually Skeptical-Jaded and I'm never changing it. I've always had people in my life tell me that I shouldn't be so jaded and give people the benefit of the doubt - that shit's for the birds. It's only thanks to my type A personality that I haven't been burned severely by said advice. This week only fortified my resolve.

I had an ex pop back into my life with professions of love and second chances last month. He was removed from life quite a while back for lack of commitment and double dipping his stick. But oh, now he's a changed man, or so he claims. He's grown up now, got some kids (which was another point of contention within itself), bought a house, a whole new man. I told him that there wouldn't be any messing about this time. I want to go on dates and junk, none of this "hanging out" rubbish - that's high school stuff and I'm getting too old for that shit. I'm trying to get my grown folk flex on. He's all about that and he could do that and I'm always down for a free dinner. I asked some of my girls about the date and 2 out of 3 of my good friends suggested I go on the date because "there ain't nothing wrong with a free dinner." I was partially surprised by this response, but hey, stay classy girls. Lol

A few weeks pass, haven't heard from him and I'm not begging for a date that I didn't really want in the first place. Enter my over-analytical disposition in it's Google-fu black belt. It didn't hurt that the man hasn't changed his username to ANYTHING in the entire time I've known him. While he doesn't use his name on his Facebook profile, it wasn't that hard to locate his profile using said username. But my Google-fu is strong and lo and behold, there is the man, hugged up with some chick, not last year, not last winter, last month. Memories start returning to me, and I remember that I've seen this girl before.... I think he was dating her a few years back when he still had access to my Facebook profile. Poor girl. I would warn her, but she might try to claw my eyes out in a misguided attempt to prove to herself that this man isn't as worthless as she knows he is - a lá, it's my fault that he tried to cheat on her, not his.

In closing, hopefully fate is kind to this man and he loses my phone number... because if I ever hear from him again, I will unleash an Adele scale, Rolling In the Deep-type massacre on him, the likes of which he has never seen before. I'm over this.