Hannidate. Oh man, thank you Think Progress for pointing this out. What a rogues gallery of NDs! (That's Callie-slang for "not datable," which, in spite of my using it literally cross-country for the past eight years, has failed to catch on. Well, maybe this blog will help. Probably not.) I particularly got a kick out of Alton, the divorced guy in the Adidas shirt (c'mon! you're looking for Luv, Republican style!) on page 3 or so who is a cargo pilot. Here's what makes him such a keeper:
"If the relationship blossoms into love, marriage will definitely be on my mind. If the she has children that is fine. I had 4 with my ex but she is moving to Richmond, VA and I will miss mine dearly. My visits will be cut to 4-5 times a year. I would be open to more children in a loving marriage. I do want a person who is open to exploring our sexual sides together in a sharing manner."
So he's beyond ND. He's more bunny than elephant. I don't even want to know what that last sentence means.
I shouldn't mock. The liberal in me, that weird Christian influence in me as well, reminds me that we're all a pack of bumbling losers in this crazy world, looking for connections with nature, fellow man and God. None of us has that much more insight into our own failings than bunnyman does; none of us has much more of a clue than bunnyman does, either. In my own way, I'm as big a dope as bunnyman.
OTOH, because we're all a bunch of bumbling losers, it's nice to be able to make fun of each other. It's not the better angels of our nature, it's the humor of the macabre.
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