We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Something I stumbled on: My worst date ever. A fairly bad date, but if that's his worst, I won't worry about him too much.
My bestfirst date was a blind date. (Future) hubbie picks me up and takes me sledding at night in New Hampshire. 12 degrees (F). Had his toboggan tied to the roof of his old wreck of a Jeep, and a six-pack of beer on the back seat. You just had to like the guy. Tall, dark and handsome too, with plenty of interesting quirks.
I guess it was a test of my gumption, but, to his credit, the toboggan on the steep hill made me end up holding on tight to him - a total stranger (well, with the introduction by a close family friend). But it did feel pretty good.
Only the beer was wrong. For nightime sledding, brandy is the thing, but he was a poor student at HBS at the time.
One bad date that I recall was with a woman who chose to go to a seafood place. I hate seafood. Even the smell gets my stomach rolling. Her idea of "cute" was to snap open her crab legs toward me. All that spray splattered on me. ugh. I couldn't get out of there fast enough. Nor home so I could shower and change. /gack just thinking about it.