"Gentle manatee trying to avoid life's speedboats."
My name is Tim. I am a Christian, and am proud to be a dad. I am short, cuddly, losing my hair, and shaped like a teddy bear. My kids call me "the mad scientist", but I think of myself more as a renaissance man/ organic subsistence microfarmer.
I always try to see the positive side of everything. I have a good sense of humor, and love kids. I am very affectionate, warm, and generous, but sometimes a bit shy. Events in my life have made me lose my confidence, but it is coming back.
While I am smiling most of the time, I don't have good photos of myself smiling.
I hope to meet friendly, playful, warm-hearted people.
I'm often embarrassed about my social anxiety, & how much I strive to avoid conflict. Sometimes this makes me feel less than manly, like I'm a coward. Well, a couple days ago, I started thinking of this poem I used to read to my kids, & I think it describes me pretty accurately. When there was actually something brave I needed to do in the past, I had no problem, & I've always defended my loved ones without hesitation. (If you start reading the poem, be sure to read to the end, so you'll realize I'm awesome like that! lol)
THE TALE OF CUSTARD THE DRAGON
By Ogden Nash
Belinda lived in a little white house, With a little black kitten and a little gray mouse, And a little yellow dog and a little red wagon, And a realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Now the name of the little black kitten was Ink, And the little gray mouse, she called her Blink, And the little yellow dog was sharp as Mustard, But the dragon was a coward, and she called him Custard.
Custard the dragon had big sharp teeth, And spikes on top of him and scales underneath, Mouth like a fireplace, chimney for a nose, And realio, trulio, daggers on his toes.
Belinda was as brave as a barrel full of bears, And Ink and Blink chased lions down the stairs, Mustard was as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Belinda tickled him, she tickled him unmerciful, Ink, Blink and Mustard, they rudely called him Percival, They all sat laughing in the little red wagon At the realio, trulio, cowardly dragon.
Belinda giggled till she shook the house, And Blink said Week!, which is giggling for a mouse, Ink and Mustard rudely asked his age, When Custard cried for a nice safe cage.
Suddenly, suddenly they heard a nasty sound, And Mustard growled, and they all looked around. Meowch! cried Ink, and Ooh! cried Belinda, For there was a pirate, climbing in the winda.
Pistol in his left hand, pistol in his right, And he held in his teeth a cutlass bright, His beard was black, one leg was wood; It was clear that the pirate meant no good.
Belinda paled, and she cried, Help! Help! But Mustard fled with a terrified yelp, Ink trickled down to the bottom of the household, And little mouse Blink strategically mouseholed.
But up jumped Custard, snorting like an engine, Clashed his tail like irons in a dungeon, With a clatter and a clank and a jangling squirm He went at the pirate like a robin at a worm.
The pirate gaped at Belinda's dragon, And gulped some grog from his pocket flagon, He fired two bullets but they didn't hit, And Custard gobbled him, every bit.
Belinda embraced him, Mustard licked him, No one mourned for his pirate victim Ink and Blink in glee did gyrate Around the dragon that ate the pyrate.
Belinda still lives in her little white house, With her little black kitten and her little gray mouse, And her little yellow dog and her little red wagon, And her realio, trulio, little pet dragon.
Belinda is as brave as a barrel full of bears, And Ink and Blink chase lions down the stairs, Mustard is as brave as a tiger in a rage, But Custard keeps crying for a nice safe cage.
Tim Hart"H e a R t"Loyal
- 12 years, 1 month, 25 days ago
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on.
Look for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have you. Find the one who turns to his friends and family and proudly says, "That's her!"
OK, this one is correct except for the phrase "You attract..." because I am not exactly a magnetic person.
What type of person do you attract?
Your Result: You attract geeks!
Your stunning intellect and love of sci-fi and video games allures the geeks like nothing else. Maybe it is the sparkle in your eye that makes them want to text you, who knows. Geeks make good partners, but tend to be arguementative. If you are a TRUE geek magnet, you will know if that was spelled correctly, and actually care. If it is a bad-boy/bad-girl you are seeking, you are barking up the wrong tree, unless they are just 'bad' behind a PS2 console.
Tim Hart"H e a R t"Loyal
- 12 years, 4 months, 5 days ago
This is what I have always done, but it hasn't worked out... "Expecting the world to treat you fairly because you are good is like expecting the bull not to charge because you are a vegetarian." (Yes, I swiped this quote from Licia) Tim Hart"H e a R t"Loyal
- 12 years, 4 months, 18 days ago