excuses, excuses

in apology to my good blogmate, i really have been trying to post a list of possible mates, and a theoretical personal ad for her to have new dating adventures through which i can continue living vicariously. in my private mental blog, i had envisioned a brief but clever list of suitors. the problem is that they are all described by occupation, and then i got into a moral debate with myself about what kind of person i was making my good blogmate out to be if i thought that a man's job was the most important thing. but i'm more thinking that a list of occupations for potential suitors might just reflect how i envision their personality, you know?

case in point: man number two on the list is a musician. but i don't want him to be a drummer in a rock band, because those guys are a little too full of themselves. and drummer in a jazz band is even worse, because those guys think they're artistes (apologies to my late friend who was a drummer in a jazz band, but i told him this to his face long ago). bass player isn't bad, except that the ones i know are a little greasy. lead singer in boy band is clearly out of the question. mr. honesty offered up one of his alcoholic punk rocker friends, which would be promising if not for the one little snag. i was thinking keyboard player in some regional funk band, because i think of those people as happy-go-lucky and laid-back, although i'm not sure if that's because my true career ambition is to play keyboard on tour with james brown, or because i've always secretly had a thing for the keyboard guy in barenaked ladies which has only increased since i first saw him on vh1 behind the music.

so it's harder than i thought. the mental blog grows heavy with justifications. so far:

1. well-dressed indian neurologists (see prior blogs)
2. musician (see prior angst)
3. architect, but given the whole issue with frank lloyd wrong from some months ago, have switched this position on the list for urban planner, if mb would stop withholding on us
4. neurotic graphic artist of some sort, maybe like the guy i used to work with who left his relatively cush ad job because he described his work as "morally neutral at best" and wanted to put his technical talents to work for good... except that guy ended up taking a job doing environmental canvassing on some college campus and shacking up with the 19-year-old that he met on the internet two months prior... see? it's hard! how do you balance your desire for sense of duty with plain sense?
5. kind nephew of the doting wealthy french couple i can only assume she would meet on finally starting to attend those french language table meetings, who would naturally take her in and feed her wine and cheese in their flat in the gold coast while discreetly inquiring as to her interests so they could introduce her to their lotion-loving relative in chicago on business
6. fallen monk (personal favorite; answer to the question "why would [she] date a 30-year-old virgin?")

feel free to add to my list, my qualifier-unencumbered friends.