Enigmas do exist

I just did an all-nighter, still wired and staring at my screen when the kookaburras announced the crack of dawn. I wasn’t blogging. When my housemate, La Dina, came to check in with me about the pressing situation of containers without lids in the pantry sometime in the afternoon, I was still in front of the computer, tweaking my profile on an internet dating site. I confess, I ventured into the evil empire and I lied about my age.

I’m not even sure if I want to date someone. Am I ready? I’m two years post serious relationship, one year out of practice and a week past a passionate moment with an old friend that wasn’t as passionate as we hoped. And the men responding to my profile are way out of my interest zone. Sorry older men who will make someone a very nice husband, I am not looking for you. I want passion!

Passion for life is the key. Artists, writers, environmental activists and climate campaigners, great lovers, French whisperers and those who can sit on a log by a campfire after carrying muesli in their panniers up a mountain can apply. No lycra necessary but a cute bottom appreciated.

So here’s my profile. I’m baring my flesh for the world to pick and chew. And perhaps when I get some more sleep I’ll regret my exposure.

“I’m a painter, a photographer, a lentil sprouting expert and zucchini wrangler who may be lured back to the french countryside at any moment or stay to contemplate the flight of a sea eagle above the belly of the southern ocean.

I try to live lightly on the planet and keeping stuff out of landfill is one of my passions. So is eating organic, riding my bike, having lots of close friends and learning french. This summer I remembered that I love diving off cliffs into crystal clear water. Self-sufficiency is on my radar. I can swing a hammer and an axe and I know how to use a chainsaw. I love being fit and capable.

I’m a hippy with a science background. An artist who writes. A vegetarian who can skin a cat. Oh yes, I remembered how sweet and furry they are when I was in France … but I am still a conservationist and know they love to kill small creatures. I lived in France for four years on the sort of shoestring that is worthy of a book. Oh, yes, I wrote a book about it and am looking for a publisher!

I’m a bit of an enigma. I lied about my age but the photo is real, taken a few months ago when I discovered that travelling solo is fantastic. So I apologise for this, my only, fabrication. My last partner was 18 years younger than me and we parted with regret after 8 years, not because of the age difference. Some stunning fullmoons later, I am happy with my life and not sure that I’ll stay on the dating site as I’m getting responses from men way out of my interest zone. I’m a free spirit looking for someone who is one too. Someone who is passionate about life. Another creative being who can appreciate that enigmas do exist.”

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4 thoughts on “Enigmas do exist

  1. i always appreciate honesty in writing. i liked this one..only one thing..”A vegetarian who can skin a cat”, what does it mean? im not sure i understand this one(english is not my first language)is it an expression? cheers

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    • Hi there geokalpataru, thanks for asking. I did actually skin a cat, a feral one, a wild cat grown large on eating native animals. Someone shot it and rather than waste the animal I wanted the skin. It was a strange experience but interesting to observe the form of the animal, knowing that it had been alive only moments before. I tanned it and still have the fur years later.

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  2. And I am sorry that i do not speak greek.

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