I did meet my last mate that way, though. We were together for about eight years, but that ended about three years ago.
I now figure my final glide bath is so steep, there is not much point in circling around in search of a co-pilot.
I live in a rural area, but dream of one day of running into a FReeper and hitting it off. Everyone needs to wear a FReeper T shirt so we’ll recognize each other, right?
My Mr. Right has to at least fit in here to be the kind of man I want to find. LOL
I recently joined the SCA (Society for Creative Anachronism) in other words renaissance reenacting, and am treated so nicely, so courtly, I want that too.
Maybe getting out of attack mode would be helpful?
8^)