the job interview

I read a meme once, “you know you are an INTJ if you approach dating as if hiring your date for a job”

And last night I caught myself writing out questions for potential future Mrs Dio Hill.  

Like this, ”  ‘College Educated’ is a null statement in my experience.  What was the last book you read? When was that? Did you read it for pleasure or credit?   If credit, was it for your own knowledge or a grade somewhere?”

And future Mrs screams and runs for the hills, trying to find guns and ammo along the way to fend off this krazzeee she just fled,,, ROFL

and yet, with all seriousness, my quoted text above IS what I want to know.   I don’t care what degree someone has (with the exceptions of Medical or Engineering, and some of those are starting to become questionable,,,,)

Oh, and Law School?     This date/interview is drawing to a rapid close,,,,   If someone went to Law school, I would prefer it to be for the knowledge of dealing with lawyers, not the practice of law-fare.   

“what do you call a thousand lawyers at the bottom of the ocean?     A good start!”

Having heard stories of how Lawschools operate and the underhanded competition that is encouraged in such, PASS!!!!

Many of the women in my past have been manipulative enough to have been lawyers, I don’t want one TRAINED for such.

And I am really a simple person.  Simple pleasures, no complicated desires, NO DRAMA, low maintenance,,,,   And I can usually spot the high maintenance types by picture alone, though not always.   I have met some that LOOK high maintenance, but are really down to earth beauties, with angelic souls: that spirit shines out and looks like what the women paying for the look WISH to be in reality.

They don’t stay single long though,,,, 

I can honestly say, I have never met one that was single. (if I had, she wouldn’t be now!!!  Just sayin’)

And there used to be a thing where some guys would watch the Obits to attend the funerals of some men, to make the moves on the Widow,,,,   I can understand that would be a way of meeting that ‘perfect soul’, freshly freed from the bonds of matrimony in unquestionable form. Quite the macabre way of making a match, in my opinion,,,,,and truly NOT my style.

Maybe my goal posts are too high,,,   BUT, one has to have standards or the compromise will eat the foundations of what could be,,,,   My opinion of course,,,,One I don’t feel is wrong.

And beauty is in the eye of the beholder.  I have met some drop-dead gorgeous women that once you started to get to know them, gave me the Black widow vibe, or in once case, pure snake.  VERY easy on the eyes: would have ripped your heart out with her talons and eaten it as your dying eyes watched, all while laughing maniacally.   To put it lightly; one scary bitch,,,

No desire to find that sort.  Krazzee I may be, suicidal I am not.

Looks aren’t as important to me as the mind.   That I found out in Amy.   She was no ‘looker’ though she had her moments.   What grabbed my heart-strings was her mind.  The conversations we had still linger in my head.   Sadly, there was a rotten core there, and my being sterile added to the rot.  Long story, no further need to linger, right?

And thats more than a small part of why I have maintained the BACH lifestyle for 14 flippin’ years.  I knew my search would be “Chasing Amy”: Ht to Silent Bob,    It’s been long enough, I am more open to the search routine, but I MUST INSIST on “She of a mind, not force of nature”,,,,  I’m too old to deal with a force of nature (though it could be fun,,,,,until I were broken down and enfeebled by it.)

NOW, for the funny part of all this.   I keep getting bumps from Nudge, that I am close to ‘her’, whomever she is.   Dunno why that is, but I know when Nudge starts doing certain things, ‘things’ happen: like Voodoo, an RV, a certain kayak,,,   And she has been one busy little sprite lately,,,,

So, I am keeping an open eye, and open mind, and letting you all in to see: like watching a play but kinda sort-of interactive-like.

Thats a helluvalot better’n watching the FRAUD fuck us everyday, aint it?