It's been a while

So, since most of the people who I would be willing to tell read, or at least have access to, this blog, I'm going to put my relationship update here.
Justin (Mr. Carpenter) broke up with me three days ago.  He isn't able to make me his number one priority, and doesn't need a girlfriend while he's trying to move back up to Fort Wayne to be with his kids.  He wants to put "us on hold" until he gets that figured out...which could be months.  I can't do it.  Talk about heartbreak.  I honestly meant all the things on my FB profile, so this kind of blows.  Especially after getting dumped in December too.

But, what can a girl do?  Sexy Soldier has been pestering me for three weeks to go out.  So that's what I'm doing today.  We'll see how it goes.

Love Song

The Carpenter just swept me off my feet.  He plays guitar, which is a huge turn on for me.  We talked about my favorite band last week, The Cure, and apparently he took the initiative and learned Love Song and Friday I'm in Love to play for me...right after we were intimidate.  My heart melted into a puddle, to say the least.

And Then There Was One

So, I just ended the trysts with all my guys except Moody (he's out of town on drill) and The Carpenter.  I think The Carpenter and I are getting a little serious, and I don't want to fuck it up.  I cancelled all my dates this weekend to spend time with him.  Oh dear.

Playing Catch Up

So, I've neglected my blog.  That's no good.  So here's an update.

• Monday and Tuesday were pretty low key.  I talked to Septum Kid, Moody Love Toy, The Carpenter and Veggie Guy a lot.  I spent most of Tuesday at my mom's.
• Wednesday I took Moody to get his military ID and we came back to my place to watch a movie and walk about the apartment complex.  We made out a bit, but no sex.  We did talk about this blog, and he knows of his place in it.  More texting with Septum and phone calls to The Carpenter.  Also, a month ago I was at the Goodwill Outlet Store and one of the employees asked me for my number.  I gave it to him, but since I screen my calls I've apparently been ignoring him inadvertently.  He called on Wednesday and we talked a bit.  He wants to hang out.  We're going to call him Goodwill Man.
• Thursday The Carpenter came over and we had some bedroom time, then went to the casino in Anderson.  It was my first casino trip, and boy was it boring.  I just didn't get into playing the games, pushing buttons and waiting for a computer program to deem me worthy of winnings just didn't please me.  And it was loud, which I don't dig.  But he and I still had a good time.  
• Today I was going to hang out with Septum, but we rescheduled for Sunday.  The Carpenter and Goodwill Man want to take me out.  It's a race to see who calls me first it seems. 
• Nice Guy and I are going on a date tomorrow.  Not sure what we're going to do, but I promised him I'd give him a chance when I started dating post-Jeremy.  

On codependency.  I picked up a book by Melody Beatrice called The New Codependency.  A quote from it sums me up pretty well.  "...I can't function unless I'm in love.  The problem is, I don't have a life.  Unless I'm taking care of someone, I don't know who I am."  That hit home pretty hard, so I'm dedicated to reading this thing like my life depends on it, and working though this issue.

Hypocrisy!

So, in true form, I am a hypocrite.  I went out with a new guy last night.  We're going to call him The Carpenter, since that is his occupation.  We hung out with his friends at a hotel and went swimming, drank some beer, then came back here.  When we got back, I made some yummy vegan food.  While I was cooking he turned on Dean Martin Pandora and waltzed me about my living room singing along.  Quite fun.  We had some of the most spectacular sex I've ever had (seriously) then walked around my apartment complex talking.  It was a wonderfully romantic night, and considering the guys I've been seeing it was a 8 out of 10 date.  The only downside is that he had to leave before I got home from church, so we didn't get to hang.  But we've already talked, so he isn't ditching me yet.  Ha ha ha.  He's an 81% on the checklist, 32 years old, but he lives in Camby which is a bit of a drive...for him.  ;-)

Epiphany and Brutal Honesty

So, I've come to a conclusion about this whole dating thing.  It. Is. Not. Right.  I mean, who has a blog because they have so many dates their friends can't keep track.  I've realized that I have a codependence problem.  To make my point, some history:

At 17 I moved in with an alcoholic, we're gonna call him Joel because that is his name. The drinking was cool at 17, because drinking was all the rage in my life.  But then I grew up.  I lived with the guy for five years before I finally had to leave.  He had a son, age five when we met, who I adored, but the relationship between me and Roo from a psychological perspective was a "safe" relationship, because nothing was at stake.  I adored Roo, and it was hard to leave, but in a fit of manic passion (I'm bipolar) I ran away from that life.

Six weeks later, at 21, I met my ex Jeremy.  We had the love at first sight thing going on, and he moved in after a month.  So, I spent a whopping six weeks single.  Jeremy had a lot of problems going on with his life, and he depended on me for a lot.  This was a large part of our undoing because it was my want to fulfill all his needs that made me, ahem, controlling.  December 21, 2010 Jeremy left out of the blue and got his own place.

A week after Jeremy left my friend Jon (I mean friend, no sex here) came and stayed with me for about two weeks, off and on.

At the end of January, Moody Love Toy and I had our tryst for a week.  He messaged me on Facebook on the 31st of January and we progressed to talking on Yahoo Messenger.  He was staying in Unionville (think Moorseville) so after chatting, me crying because Jeremy called and was an ass, and more chatting, I decided to go get him.  We agreed to NSA/rebound/nothing serious sex for a week, and that would be the end of it.  But, me being me, I half way fell for the guy.
Now, this was not a good idea.  1. He's set to deploy next spring, so any relationship we did develop in a year's time would be in peril.  2. His life is in pieces, but that was a part of the attraction, because of the codependency.  3. He has two kids by two different women, which means DRAMA.  So, from an intelligent point of view, this was not a good idea, this whole luv thing.  But we had a really really good time and he still kind of has a part of my heart.  Which I try to ignore.  I like to think I do a good job of that.  :-/
Once Moody and I had out time together, he moved in with his father in Greenwood and we saw each other a few times a week.  This was cool, but then he went away for National Guard training and when he got back we rarely talked and haven't seen each other since.  We've made plans, broken plans, I've been busy, he has his son, something happens.  There isn't much said via chat other than "how are you?" and maybe ten minutes of convo.  No professions of undying affection, though I make jokes about being infatuated with him once in a while.  On to the rest of the tale, then.

After Moody, I started my dating spree.  This was supplemented by picking up guys where ever I happened to be (the bank, punk shows, grocery store, dollar store, apartment leasing office) and Craig's List ads.  Now, I gotta say, CL is NOT the place to meet guys.  They all either are unemployed, live at home, live with ex's, have a mental disorder (yeah, I'm bipolar, but I need stability from my man), or are just creepers.  This really wasn't a satisfying experience.  The sex I did have was awful and though varying degrees of attractive, the guys were not very multidimensional.  Most of them didn't get larger concepts, made fun of the whole vegan thing, picked on my cats, or found a way to make me irritable in some other way.  It had it's moments of fun, but I found myself looking for and wanting something more.

And that's when I started the soul searching.  Realizing I'm codependent is just the tip of the psychological ice burg.  I've ordered books from the library and I'm going to tackle this like I did my bipolar disorder, but I've got a lot of work to do.  I'm going to try to reign in the flirting, no more CL ad's and hopefully that will end the parade of dates.  But this goes a lot deeper than that.  So now, this blog is going to be a dating blog mixed with my mental health progress.  If that's your thing, stick around.

Boys, Boys, Boys

A guy tried to pick me up in the parking lot of a plasma donation center today.  Across the parking lot he yells, "Hey baby, you got a man?"  My response was, "Yes, I do.  Sorry."  It was bizarre.

Moody is going to come over next week.  His baby momma is is having surgery so he gets his son for a few days.

Bookstore didn't come over either.  Ha ha ha.

New guy in the line up.  Veggie Guy is 26, lives in Lebanon and is vegan.  We talked until seven am on the phone last night.  He also has a shaved head.  Picked this one up on Craig's List.  He posted an ad for a "hot vegan girl" so I had to respond.  Unfortunately, he jokes about getting married to me a lot.  And that's freaking me out.

More Bookstore, Some Wikipedia and a little Moody Love Toy

I couldn't sleep last night, and Bookstore Hottie and I ended up talking some more via Facebook Messages.  He's for sure into the idea of hanging out, and is "considering" NSA.  I told Matt and Lilly it would only be a matter of time.  Ha ha ha.  Friday night I asked him to come over after work Tuesday, which would be today.  We didn't make ANY plans, but we'll see if he says anything over the course of his work day.

I asked Wikipedia to hand out flowers to strangers on the street with me some day.  (It's a great first date.)  He would rather poison the flowers, then hand them out, because he hates people.  Oh-kay.  He also "has his eye" on someone at this time, so when I asked 'Well, what do you want to do with me?" he balk.  Then we talked about mass sterilization, so he isn't freaked by me asking him out.

Moody Love Toy is making his first appearance since "The Cast" post.  He may or may not come over tomorrow night.  He'd be here tonight (I know, double booked!) but his son is staying with him.  I'll let you know when I know if he's coming over.  ;-)

**I'm going salsa dancing with some girl friends Thursday night.  If you are reading this, you are invited.  Hit me up.

Bookstore Backpedaling

Friday night, Lilly, Matt and I drank some cheap sparkling wine and had a party in my living room.  During this little party, we ended up drunk chatting Bookstore Hottie, among others (Wikipedia got some wordplay, but we behaved).  Bookstore Hottie and I ended up chatting again tonight.  It seems I didn't make quite the gigantic fool of myself Friday night, and while intrigued, he doesn't want something "stringless."  Oh, and he also really liked the idea of oral, which I must have mentioned on Friday.  So, that particular man of potential isn't quite out of the running.

Ahhh.....So Quiet

It's been pretty event-free here at chez Veronique the past day and a half.  Septum Kid and I sent text's back and forth a bit yesterday, but that was it for contact.  I kind of like this one, so we'll evaluate the criteria:

• Full time job Yes!
• Vehicle Yes!
• Own place, and must have lived on own for at least one year No, and no.  Lives with parents and likes it.
• Vegetarian/Vegan Yes!  Vegetarian, at least.
• Christian No.  Atheist.
• Love of cats Oh yeah!  He has a tattoo of his cat on his leg.  
• Over 21 Nope, a freshly turned 19.
• Loved and lost and willing to try again Has been in love, wants another girlfriend.
• NOT a Capricorn, Gemini or Scorpio Pieces. :-)
• Skinny (not negotiable, I'm shallow) He is to-die-for without a shirt.  
• Digs at least one of the generes of music I enjoy He's really into ska, which works for me.
• Reads...like books...like recreationally Nope.  His intelligence level is a little subpar.  
• Abhors debt as much as I do Haven't really talked about it.  
• Understands concepts like existentialism, anti-consumerism and other -isms He's willing to listen.
• NOT a virgin Eh, he's been with one girl.  They were together from 14 to 17, then he dated a girl for almost a year with no sex.  So, almost as bad.
• Has own social life with own social circle and no designs upon becoming a barnacle in mine.Yes

We're going to call him a ten out of fifteen, or 67%, and that's if we could his willingness to listen as a bad thing.  I'll have to bring up deeper topics next time we talk (can I do that texting?) and see how he feels.  Cosmo would say a 60% is good.  I like him enough to give him the third date, which is normally when I decide they suck anyway.  We see each other on weekends only, and have hung out two consecutive Saturday nights in a row, so date three may not happen for a while.  He did admit to telling his friend how badass I am, and was just so impressed with the "cool-under-pressure" outlook of the window situation.  Only the future can tell.

Sushi Party

The sushi party for Lilly yesterday was so much fun!  Lot's of girl time talk and Lilly even made yummy cupcakes .  After sushi we went to Fox and the Hound in Carmel and had some drinks (well I had one beer...).  While hanging at the bar, Septum Kid and I start texting and he agreed to come over and hang out over Lilly's party.  So, he came over at about midnight.  We watched some movies on the sofa and cuddled, then listened to music in the bedroom and made out.  No sex.  It was a really great night.  Oh, and he got the sexiest set of piercings I have ever seen.  Two microdermals set out about two inches from each eye.  With the shaved head, and the six other piercings he's something to drool over.  I should rename him Yum.

Playing Catchup (It's a long post. It was an eventful night,)

Alright, lot's of things to report.

1. Baldy never hit me up about lunch/movie this afternoon, so that is out.
2. If it weren't for my want for a personal day (which turned into a badass girl's night) I would have gotten stood up by Dan the Dollar Man.  

Fucking men.  

Anyway... 

To the happy news!

Last night, I had planned on watching some romantic comedies, drinking some cheap sparkling wine, eating strawberries and relaxing.  Instead, Lilly called and said that she and Matt were looking for something to do and knew I was "always down for a good time."  So they came over, and we put away three bottles of cheap Champagne.  And then the drunk chatting started on Facebook.  No damage was done but now: 

• Bookstore Hottie may think I'm insane because of proposed NSA, but that's no big bummer.  
• I think I may be closer to getting in with Wikipedia.  My goal is to get him to ask me to lunch.  
• And Gnat, our vegan friend, may have had his crush for me strengthened, so I need to handle him with some care for a bit.  Or maybe just ignore him.  Ha.

After some dancing in the apartment, we got the idea in our heads to go to Broad Ripple.  We started at the Alley Cat then to the Tavern and then Rock Lobster. 

• The Alley Cat.  Boring. We left almost upon entering.
• The Tavern. Kind of fun. Watched Lilly and Matt play pool. (V can't play pool.  This inability allows me to go on dates were guys "teach" me, therefore I will not ever learn how.) I got lot's of winks, and one brave soul came up and talked to me.  He gave me his number, but he was a little drunk.  Matt and he were good buddies though.  I may utilize the number, because he had a lot of hot friends, and wasn't too bad himself.
• The Rock Lobster. We went here to dance.  On the dance floor, I became monopolized by a not-unattractive gentleman, who touched every inch of me and then proceeded, as the night wore on, to show me just how happy his body was to be up on mine.  At this moment, I got Matt and Lilly's attention and BOLTED.  Lilly and I went outside for air, and checked out the men on the street, earning me more winks.  But when we wanted to go back inside to get Matt, we were barred access because of last call.  Much to our infuriation, two men, whom we had nicknamed Mustache and Scarf earlier that evening, were allowed in, because they were "regulars."  Bitches.  We eventually got Matt and made our way home.  

Once Lilly and Matt dropped me off and began their journey north to Lilly's house, I sent a text to Bipolar Boy to come hang out and cuddle.  I was sober at this point, but not in the mood to be alone.  He sent a text back that he wanted to get laid, so I told him in exchange for ejaculation I would get cuddles.  He was here in 20 minutes.  We hung out, chatted, boned, cuddled and slept.  It was nice NSA.  He left at 8:00, I went back to bed until 11:00.  Now I'm going to get ready for another night out with Lilly, Matt, and a bunch of other people I will meet tonight. Woo hoo! 

Fuck and Run

At 3:30am Sexy Soldier gave me a ring and wanted to hang out.  For some reason, unbeknownst to me, I had been awake for ten minutes unable to sleep.  I told him sure, and he came over.  And....we had sex.  Four times in six hours.  The sex was mediocre at best, but the fact that he got it up so many times, one of them less than five minutes after ejaculation, was impressive.  We also talked, and he turned out to be pretty cool.  Until ten o'clock rolled around, when he said he had to split.  I was kind of offended, bc this was so not going to be a booty call.  But oh well.  Liz Phair takes it away once more...

I woke up alarmed

I didn't know where I was at first

Just that I woke up in your arms

And almost immediately I felt sorry

'Cause I didn't think this would happen again

No matter what I could do or say

Just that I didn't think this would happen again

With or without my best intentions

And whatever happened to a boyfriend

The kind of guy who tries to win you over?

And whatever happened to a boyfriend

The kind of guy who makes love 'cause he's in it?

And I want a boyfriend

I want a boyfriend

I want all that boring old shit like letters and sodas

Letters and sodas

You got up out of bed

You said you had a lot of work to do

But I heard the rest in your head

And almost immediately I felt sorry

'Cause I didn't think this would happen again

No matter what I could do or say

Just that I didn't think this would happen again

With or without my best intentions

And I want a boyfriend

I want a boyfriend

I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas

And I can feel it in my bones

I'm gonna spend another year alone

It's fuck and run, fuck and run

Even when I was seventeen

Fuck and run, fuck and run

Even when I was twelve

And I can feel it in my bones

I'm gonna spend my whole life alone

It's fuck and run, fuck and run

Even when I was seventeen

Fuck and run, fuck and run

Even when I was twelve

You almost felt bad

You said that I should call you up

But I knew much better than that

And almost immediately you felt sorry

'Cause you didn't think this would happen again

No matter what you could do or say

Just that you didn't think this would happen again

Without or without your best intentions

And whatever happened to a girlfriend

The kind of chick who tries to win you over?

And whatever happened to a girlfriend

The kind of chick who makes love 'cause she's in it?

And you want a girlfriend

You want a girlfriend

You want all that boring old shit like letters and sodas

Letters and sodas

Letters and sodas

Letters and sodas 

Date with Baldy

Tonight Bald and In Charge took me out to Dave & Buster's.  It was a pretty good time, for the most part.  I found out he's 42, makes 60K a year and has no debt.  He talks a lot, so I listened most of the night.  We ended up just having dinner and talking.
At one point during dinner, I ran out of Coke and we had just gotten our food, but had to mustard or ketchup and no server.  So Baldy went to look for one.  While he was gone, a cute busboy come over and asked me if I needed anything.  He got my Coke, mustard and ketchup, and we made serious eyes at each other.  Then the server came with another Coke, mustard and ketchup, and Baldy returned, baring Coke, mustard and ketchup.  So I had some serious caffeine.
Not wanting to pass up a chance with the cute busboy, I went to the ladies room, scribbled my number on a piece of paper, and tucked it in between a couple of dollars.  I tipped the guy, saying it was because of the great timing he had with helping me out, but really it was the only way I could think of to get him my number WHILE on a date.  We'll see if The Busboy gives me a ring, and if he's a teenager like all the other guys I've been picking up.
Baldy and I may go to lunch and an early movie Saturday afternoon, pre-Lilly party.  (Lilly, do you want a nick name too?)

After some more texting, it turns out Sexy Soldier is also in nursing school and aspires to join the Peace Corps.  He has a job, as a rehabilitation tech at some hospital on the west side.  So, yay!

After a few texts from Dan the Dollar Man, I may cancel with him tomorrow night in favor of one of the other guys.  Drunk texting Veronique makes her PISSED.  We'll see how I feel about it tomorrow.

Still Conversational

More talking from the boys...

Phantom of The Not-pra has been all over my Facebook page.  Most recently, yesterday, talking and then bashing my musical preferences.  At least he isn't texting me...

Moody Love Toy and I had some texting at one last night (this morning).  He's going to hang with my little brother this weekend (they were friends back in the day, but stopped being friends because he liked to come over to our house and hang with me instead of Mike...this was when we were like 13).  Our interactions have been under wraps, and I'm really hoping he keeps it that way.  Not too worried though, he knows telling my brother that he spent two weeks as my live-in love slave isn't going to rekindle any of their bromance. Ha ha ha.  Moody and I may hang sometime next week.  I kept it vague.

Sexy Soldier and I have moved from email to text as of this afternoon.  He wanted to hang out tonight, but I already have plans...as stated in the last post.  Thankfully, he didn't ask when we would be able to hang out.  Telling a guy on Thursday I'm not free until next Tuesday is always kind of awkward.

Cosmo said that I should only expect 60% of my "guy requirements" to be met in a relationship.  Damn.

Lot's of Talking

I had some fun conversations today.
The first one was with Bald and In Charge.  He wanted to call and chat a bit before our first date tomorrow night.  He's fantastically outgoing, and I got him to narrow down his age to "30's" which works for me.  I'm looking forward to our night out tomorrow.
Convo two was with Septum Kid.  We had a lengthy text session and set up a Sunday afternoon movie marathon.  He has quite the sweet side, or at least wanted me to know he was being a good big brother, taking care of his sick little brother.  Very cute.
The best part of my night was a late night chat with my mom.  We were discussing picking up guys at grocery stores and rating Walmart as "No Pickup Zone" and Meijer as acceptable.  I threw Whole Foods into the mix and her immediate reply was "Oh no, all the guys are probably gay."  After laughing, she explained that any guy particular enough to want to shop at a specialty grocery wouldn't be of the hetero-persuasion.  I'm not sure I quite agree, but it was hilarious.  She also wanted to point out that my father was five years younger than her, and that they got along just fine for a good 17 years.  Mom's way of saying "don't hate on younger guys."
My weekend plans look like this:

• Thursday: Date with Bald and In Charge, going to Dave and Buster's
• Friday: Lunch date with Broad Ripple Pickle, interview at 4:30 and late night hangout with Dan the Dollar Man 
• Saturday: Girls Table night with Lilly, sushi birthday party and possibly some karaoke
• Sunday: Church, then an afternoon with Septum Kid and his scary movie collection

A Night with Dan the Dollar Man

So, Dan sent me a text at about eleven last night, while I was doing yoga.  We "clicked" so he came over at about one to hang for a few.  He didn't leave until five.  Nope, no sex, though it was a Jimmy repeat.  Ha ha ha.  He's actually pretty cool, and turns a whopping 19 on March 24.  These youngsters are not as naive or moronic and I thought they would be.  With that, I'm gonna embrace some Liz Fair.

Oh baby you're young but that's okay

What's give or take nine years anyway

I'll bet you that cigarette

You won't regret my time

I want to be with a guy like you

So uncomplicated, so in tune

Just take off my dress

Let's mess with everybody's mind

I gotta tell you

Baby, baby, baby, if it's all right

Want you to rock me all night

Baby, baby, if it's all right

Want you to rock me all night

All night

Yeah rock me all night

Hey yeah yeah

Hey yeah yeah

I want to play Xbox on your floor

Say hi to your roommate who's next door

You don't have a dime, but I don't mind

Who gives a damn

Your record collection don't exist

You don't even know who Liz Phair is

Your potential with no credentials

Your mother taught you how to be a sensitive man

I gotta tell you

Baby, baby, baby, if it's all right

Want you to rock me all night

Baby, baby, if it's all right

Want you to rock me all night

All night

Yeah rock me all night

Hey yeah yeah

I've been waitin'

All my life for

Hey yeah yeah

For this feelin'

Who'd 've guessed it could rock me all night

Rock me all night

You think I'm a genius

Think I'm cool

I'm starting to think that young guys rule

Oh God, let me save you

'll I might change you, and I might change my mind

The Cast

So, my dating life is rather...quick paced.  In an effort to keep everyone on the same page, I'm going to blog about it.  Names will be changed to something flippant and nickname-like to further create entertainment.  So, without further ado, the current lineup:

• Bipolar Boy: He's been written off in my book, but is insistent that a "casual physical relationship" should be sustained, even after multiple refusals.  Most recent proposal of NSA meeting, last night.  He's 21 but acts 12.
• Septum Kid: Super cute guy I met at a punk show Saturday night; he played prince charming to my damsel in distress.  While meeting most of my criteria, he's 19 years old. Ugh.  But he has a motorcycle! And he's a vegetarian.
• Sexy Soldier: Hot guy, just got out of basic training.  So far we just email, though he's been trying to get me to agree to meeting up.  22 years old.
• Bald and In Charge: My apartment complex leasing manager.  He has a motorcycle too.  Age: unknown at this time.  Date on Thursday.
• Moody Love Toy: Guy I went to school with.  We reconnected back at the end of January and had a good two weeks of NSA lovin'.  Recently, he's been distant.  Age: 22, with two kids.
• Phantom of the Not-pra: Another on the list of "Why can't you leave me alone?"  The guy can't take a hint, and posts nosey comments on my Facebook Wall.  Age: 20
• Broad Ripple Pickle: He and I decided to be friends after two dates last week.  He's a pretty cool guy.  Age: 23
• Nice Guy: Another old school bud.  He wants me, I don't want him.  Age: 26
• Wikipedia: Super hot vegan who I just had to mention.  No dating here, he's too cool for me.  Age: 30-something?
• Bookstore Hottie: Yet another in the "went to school with" list.  Ran into him at Border's downtown a few weeks ago.  He remembered me, I did not remember him.  Super cute, but just got dumped and is hung up on "her." Age: 22
• Dan the Dollar Man: This one is worse than Septum Boy, age wise.  Totally hot guy at the dollar store, awesome flirting, gave him my number.  He's 18.  I almost didn't put it on here because it's so damn embarrassing.  Oh well.  

The Criteria

So, I have some particulars for my potential lovers.  They usually go unmet in part, or in whole.

• Full time job
• Vehicle
• Own place, and must have lived on own for at least one year
• Vegetarian/Vegan
• Christian
• Love of cats
• Over 21
• Loved and lost and willing to try again
• NOT a Capricorn, Gemini or Scorpio
• Skinny (not negotiable, I'm shallow)
• Digs at least one of the generes of music I enjoy
• Reads...like books...like recreationally
• Abhors debt as much as I do
• Understands concepts like existentialism, anti-consumerism and other -isms
• NOT a virgin 
• Has own social life with own social circle and no designs upon becoming a barnacle in mine