Do you like games? A little cat and mouse? Musical chairs? Well, here we go round the mulberry bush because I have tagged you and now it is your turn for fun. Where am I? Up a tree or in your computer memory bank? Pop goes the weasel in your email inbox, my name, in bold. But what is my name? Is it Atrayu or Rumpelstiltskin? Is it a whisper or a shout? A train passes in the distance and you wonder if you should answer. Are there any good answers you ask yourself. Question upon question unfolds and you are in a philosophical quandary. There is no end in sight, but is it the journey or the destination? Is it the ends or is it the means? You cannot spell means without man's, have you noticed?
As I was reading this personal ad to my mother her response was to "settle down". I have no abilities to "settle down", that implies settling...period. Would you like to be told someone was settling for you? Not if you're the girl of which I seek. When others ask of my partner, I will say I "Went above and beyond my expectations" not "settled down" on such and such person. How low and provincial would a person be if they, just for the sake of social propriety, dumbed down their deepest passions and desires? My mother can go be a settler like Pat Boone and Davy Crocket if she so desires, I will go on to establish colonies and make my fortunes known.
My name is Gray and I am pleasantly awaiting your reply.