I am thrilled, delighted, relieved, proud, happy, and wiggly enough to do a Snoopy dance to announce:
My new blog is live! Please drop by: http://galianachance.com/blog
If you're subscribed via a feed reader, please switch your subscription to: http://galianachance.com/blog/feed - thanks!
You may correctly infer that http://galianachance.com is also live, but so far, there is no other content on the site other than the blog, and I suspect that will not change: if I continue to add more pages, I'll continue to do so through the WordPress pages engine.
It was quite the learning curve to get here. I've been a techie for 17 years, but I was a data analyst, so I never learned web stuff beyond very basic HTML (shame on me). So I had to learn about hosting, domain registration, and then all the WordPress specifics of themes and widgets and databases and plug-ins. Oh my.
In theory, some day, I'll use the site to launch all kinds of things. But for now, the big advantage is that a self-hosted WordPress blog on a custom domain shows up higher in search engine results than a blogspot blog (which is super peculiar since Google owns blogspot!), so hopefully relevant searches will direct people my way more often.
Plus, I have way more flexibility in look and feel with WordPress, which is nice. Well, nice and overwhelming, because of all the choices. But I'm happy with the theme I picked, and I know I'll continue to tweak the look and feel.
Yay! Go! Galiana!
(oh, great, Inner Cheerleader... now none of us will sleep tonight, because that frikkin' girl has no "Off" button...)
Woooo! Gimme a G!
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Friday, April 8, 2011
Good Hair Week
The spa / salon I fell in love with when I got my massage a couple of weeks ago runs same-day specials of 25% off if you book last-minute, which puts their prices in the range I'm comfortable paying.
So on Tuesday, I got one of the best haircuts ever, and she used fantastic products on my hair, and she did an amazing job of blowing out my hair afterwards:
That's what inspired me to do the robot video on Tuesday (as well as a blackmail / humiliation / lingerie tease video that I haven't released yet), because my hair looked too fabulous not to photograph.
At the end of the evening, I got on cam with a caller, and he wanted me to take screen captures at the end of our time together, after I'd had a big fat happy orgasm, when we were snuggling long-distance:
Fast forward a few days to today, when I washed my hair with my normal product and let it air-dry when we went to dinner, on a normal spring day in Houston:
How is it even possible that's the same head of hair? I don't know if you can tell, but at the bottom, there are actually a few ringlets.
Sadly for video fans, tonight's curl-fest did not inspire the same shooting frenzy as Tuesday.
But I got so many compliments on my hair in the robot girl video that I am considering blowing my hair straight more often... maybe... says the woman who sometimes has to be cajoled into wearing makeup... We'll see.
So on Tuesday, I got one of the best haircuts ever, and she used fantastic products on my hair, and she did an amazing job of blowing out my hair afterwards:
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| Freshly cut and professionally styled |
That's what inspired me to do the robot video on Tuesday (as well as a blackmail / humiliation / lingerie tease video that I haven't released yet), because my hair looked too fabulous not to photograph.
At the end of the evening, I got on cam with a caller, and he wanted me to take screen captures at the end of our time together, after I'd had a big fat happy orgasm, when we were snuggling long-distance:
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| The hair held up better than I did |
Fast forward a few days to today, when I washed my hair with my normal product and let it air-dry when we went to dinner, on a normal spring day in Houston:
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| Curls galore |
How is it even possible that's the same head of hair? I don't know if you can tell, but at the bottom, there are actually a few ringlets.
Sadly for video fans, tonight's curl-fest did not inspire the same shooting frenzy as Tuesday.
But I got so many compliments on my hair in the robot girl video that I am considering blowing my hair straight more often... maybe... says the woman who sometimes has to be cajoled into wearing makeup... We'll see.
Data Analyst To The Rescue!
Every once in a while, it comes in handy to have been a data analyst.
Warning, if that last sentence seems boring to you, please stop reading now. This blog post is ridiculously geeky and has no place whatsoever on a phone sex blog.
Last night, I had re-motivated myself to do the SEO (search engine optimization) stuff for my new blog location. The point is for more people to find my blog via search engines. I know others have had fantastic results with driving traffic, and I'm proud of the blog, and sometimes people become callers after reading it, so it's worth it to me to SEO the blog.
I was taking data which existed (blog title, categories, the first 160 letters of the post as a description, etc), and pasting them into the appropriate fields in Word Press to populate the "meta" fields from my theme, and the "SEO" fields from my plug-in, just in case they were used differently.
I realized (1) I had only done about 20 blog entries out of 321 by copying and pasting, and (2) I was ready to gouge out my eyeballs from the boredom and tedium.
Thankfully, at that point, I remembered that WordPress has a MySQL back end, and although I almost never worked with MySQL (I did SQL server shops), and almost never done databases via a web interface, I guessed I could muddle way through it.
Sure enough, I figured out how to back up the database (the critical first step), and then understood the data structure pretty quickly. And may I just say for the record, wp_postmeta is a damn fine, dead sexy table. Seriously. Hooray for smart relational database design which allows infinite flexibility. I think I got a little heart-thumpy when I saw it.
I did the post titles and descriptions easily, although I had to look up INSERT INTO syntax, but hell, I did that when I was working with SQL every day, because I could never be bothered to learn syntax order beyond SELECT... FROM... WHERE... ORDER BY. Lazy? Or efficient? It depends on which productivity studies you read, but I choose to believe the latter.
Then came bugger #1: turn categories into tags. Categories and tags are both stored relationally, and if the same term is both a category and a tag, it's tracked via the incredibly crafty wp_term_taxonomy table, which practically had me swooning with delight.
So first I had to insert taxonomies for all my categories which had no corresponding tag, then link up the tables to figure out the blog post -> category -> tag relationship where none yet existed, and insert those. I was pretty proud of myself for knocking those out. Hoooray for WHERE ... NOT IN, amirite?
Then came bugger #2, which I had to sleep before I could do, because data analysis makes me hellaciously dizzy (not worse than all the damn copying and pasting, though): turning categories into keywords. The categories are stored relationally, but the keywords are stored as a concatenated comma delimited string, so I had to smush them.
And this is where I probably would have fired myself two years ago... I didn't have permission to do a temp table on the server, and didn't want to mess with my database permissions, and my SQL wasn't working right iterating through a dumb CURSOR, so I did the kludge-iest solution ever:
So now I'm that much closer to announcing the new blog and asking everyone to move locations. I need to clean up the links on the "Where to Start" page, and create the other pages, but the SEO stuff was the hard part, and it's done.
Whew.
Now it's time to stop boring my readers to tears, and return to my sexy!
Warning, if that last sentence seems boring to you, please stop reading now. This blog post is ridiculously geeky and has no place whatsoever on a phone sex blog.
Last night, I had re-motivated myself to do the SEO (search engine optimization) stuff for my new blog location. The point is for more people to find my blog via search engines. I know others have had fantastic results with driving traffic, and I'm proud of the blog, and sometimes people become callers after reading it, so it's worth it to me to SEO the blog.
I was taking data which existed (blog title, categories, the first 160 letters of the post as a description, etc), and pasting them into the appropriate fields in Word Press to populate the "meta" fields from my theme, and the "SEO" fields from my plug-in, just in case they were used differently.
I realized (1) I had only done about 20 blog entries out of 321 by copying and pasting, and (2) I was ready to gouge out my eyeballs from the boredom and tedium.
Thankfully, at that point, I remembered that WordPress has a MySQL back end, and although I almost never worked with MySQL (I did SQL server shops), and almost never done databases via a web interface, I guessed I could muddle way through it.
Sure enough, I figured out how to back up the database (the critical first step), and then understood the data structure pretty quickly. And may I just say for the record, wp_postmeta is a damn fine, dead sexy table. Seriously. Hooray for smart relational database design which allows infinite flexibility. I think I got a little heart-thumpy when I saw it.
I did the post titles and descriptions easily, although I had to look up INSERT INTO syntax, but hell, I did that when I was working with SQL every day, because I could never be bothered to learn syntax order beyond SELECT... FROM... WHERE... ORDER BY. Lazy? Or efficient? It depends on which productivity studies you read, but I choose to believe the latter.
Then came bugger #1: turn categories into tags. Categories and tags are both stored relationally, and if the same term is both a category and a tag, it's tracked via the incredibly crafty wp_term_taxonomy table, which practically had me swooning with delight.
So first I had to insert taxonomies for all my categories which had no corresponding tag, then link up the tables to figure out the blog post -> category -> tag relationship where none yet existed, and insert those. I was pretty proud of myself for knocking those out. Hoooray for WHERE ... NOT IN, amirite?
Then came bugger #2, which I had to sleep before I could do, because data analysis makes me hellaciously dizzy (not worse than all the damn copying and pasting, though): turning categories into keywords. The categories are stored relationally, but the keywords are stored as a concatenated comma delimited string, so I had to smush them.
And this is where I probably would have fired myself two years ago... I didn't have permission to do a temp table on the server, and didn't want to mess with my database permissions, and my SQL wasn't working right iterating through a dumb CURSOR, so I did the kludge-iest solution ever:
- took the list of blog posts and categories and turned them into a pivot table, so each line had a blog post ID, and all of its category terms across 98 columns
- copied the pivot table into Notepad to get raw text without table/cell delimiters
- copied the raw text into Word to replace tabs with commas
- stripped out repetitious ", , " strings, which gave me a blog ID and its comma-delimited keyword string
- used that blog ID and the keyword string to craft INSERT statements for each blog entry
- ran the inserts on the server
So now I'm that much closer to announcing the new blog and asking everyone to move locations. I need to clean up the links on the "Where to Start" page, and create the other pages, but the SEO stuff was the hard part, and it's done.
Whew.
Now it's time to stop boring my readers to tears, and return to my sexy!
Heartbreak and Phone Sex, Part VI
This time, the heartbreak is for me.
As I've explained vaguely elsewhere on the blog, I have mysterious neurological vertigo which makes me feel drunk all the time. And every now and then, it causes other glitches as well, as if my brain's electrical systems got fried: I mix up words, I can't finish a sentence, or writing no longer translates into words.
Or, in extremely rare cases of extraordinary exhaustion and vertigo combined, I have little episodes where I don't make sense for a few seconds, as if I've drifted into another reality, and I hallucinate a bit, as if I haven't slept for days.
The basic theory behind my vertigo is that my neurons in part of my brain aren't recharging fast enough, so once they fire, they need more time than normal to right themselves. So when I do certain tasks which require certain types of concentration, those neurons wear themselves out and become unable to fire after a while. As neurological impulses are re-routed to pathways which are not designed to handle those processes, chaos ensues.
In the flesh, sex makes me understandably dizzy -- fucking is a wiggly thing to do with a lot of sensory and visual stimulation, but as long as I'm rested when I start, I can have satisfyingly rambunctious sex for about an hour before I need to take a breather. Each round gets a little shorter until I give up completely after about round four. It's not ideal, but it works.
Writing, doing data analysis, and riding in cars work about the same way.
Phone sex has the advantage of mostly just being wiggly in my head -- I can keep fairly steady when I masturbate (although I do thrash some even when I'm alone, and when I'm on camera, I thrash like I do in the flesh, because I find masturbating on camera so ridiculously sexy).
So phone sex almost never triggers the deepest kinds of vertigo for me: most conversations don't last an hour; I almost always have time to rest between calls; one call is almost never cognitively similar to the next call, so different neural pathways get used, so the part of my brain that got tired on Call 1 can rest up during Call 2. So I often can go a whole night without needing to log out to grab a breather at all.
All of that is good - I can do this phone sex job because it almost never dizzy-fries me.
... almost ...
That's such a persnickety word, isn't it? Almost.
I've had three callers who trigger my vertigo to an unfortunate depth. They have the following things in common:
Emotionally, I love talking to him, because I have to search for new phrases and metaphors, and I feel creative and smart and powerful to be able to play with him in such a specific niche space.
But physically... well... I hallucinated with him once. I don't think he knew that's what it was. It might have sounded like I drifted to sleep and starting having one of those dreams that was somewhat based on reality. I apologized for drifting and said I'd spaced out, and let him know I needed to head to bed at the next time we got the one-minute warning.
I felt guilty and weak for not being able to give him what he wanted. Then I felt angry for beating up on myself. Then I realized I was beating up on myself for beating up on myself, and that made me sad. And then I decided if I was too uncontrolled to stop having feelings about my feelings, I should call it a night and go the fuck to sleep already.
He's doing nothing wrong. I'm doing nothing wrong. It's just an unfortunate series of events, a peculiar twist of circumstances, the exact unforeseen set of parameters that cause the program to start throwing errors.
Another one is new. He's adorable, happy and fun. He wants to do role plays where I objectify him. I get to be creative, and bitchy, and have fun with the situations and the characters and the descriptions... and he wants long stories, at least half an hour long each. And he wants two. Or three. Or four. I've told him I'm running out of ideas, but it's not true. After two stories tonight, I found my cognitive processes in a rapid downhill slide, and the situations themselves no longer made coherent sense to me.
I don't know how to tell someone, "I'm so sorry, but fulfilling your fantasy accidentally makes me stupid."
It's fucking... unfair, dammit. Or, as one of my favorite callers says, usually in amusing contexts, "Dammit so much." But that's seriously how I feel. Dammit. So. Much.
I want to feel like a badass. I don't want to be fragile. I love the gusty, lusty, go-hard-or-go-home attitude that I almost always have when I'm on the phones. I want to tell one more story, answer one more question, repeat that patter one more cycle, and not have to rest. I don't want to have to feel so damn human so often, with all the dumb limitations that dumb humans have. Can't I be a robot or a machine that never breaks down?
Yucky.
And yet, I know I need to keep myself off of the slippery slopes that lead to real downtime. I'm not helping anyone with those.
So. If I send you here, to read this blog post, and I tell you that you are one of these types of callers, I will have to impose time limits on you. I'm sorry.
I don't want you to worry about me: (a) worrying is the opposite of sexy and (b) I know how to take care of myself and stop the slide from happening, that's not your job. Your job is to enjoy the time we have together, and not take it personally when I have to go.
Please, please, please, believe me: I wish, I wish, I wish, with all my heart, that I could hang with you as long as you wanted me to. If I didn't enjoy our time together, I'd break up with you and tell you to find another provider (yep, really, I've done that several times), but I'm not doing that.
I want to share the thing we have. I do. I just need to do a little less of it.
I'm so sorry. I know it's for the best, and yet, it breaks my heart a little for both of us.
As I've explained vaguely elsewhere on the blog, I have mysterious neurological vertigo which makes me feel drunk all the time. And every now and then, it causes other glitches as well, as if my brain's electrical systems got fried: I mix up words, I can't finish a sentence, or writing no longer translates into words.
Or, in extremely rare cases of extraordinary exhaustion and vertigo combined, I have little episodes where I don't make sense for a few seconds, as if I've drifted into another reality, and I hallucinate a bit, as if I haven't slept for days.
The basic theory behind my vertigo is that my neurons in part of my brain aren't recharging fast enough, so once they fire, they need more time than normal to right themselves. So when I do certain tasks which require certain types of concentration, those neurons wear themselves out and become unable to fire after a while. As neurological impulses are re-routed to pathways which are not designed to handle those processes, chaos ensues.
In the flesh, sex makes me understandably dizzy -- fucking is a wiggly thing to do with a lot of sensory and visual stimulation, but as long as I'm rested when I start, I can have satisfyingly rambunctious sex for about an hour before I need to take a breather. Each round gets a little shorter until I give up completely after about round four. It's not ideal, but it works.
Writing, doing data analysis, and riding in cars work about the same way.
Phone sex has the advantage of mostly just being wiggly in my head -- I can keep fairly steady when I masturbate (although I do thrash some even when I'm alone, and when I'm on camera, I thrash like I do in the flesh, because I find masturbating on camera so ridiculously sexy).
So phone sex almost never triggers the deepest kinds of vertigo for me: most conversations don't last an hour; I almost always have time to rest between calls; one call is almost never cognitively similar to the next call, so different neural pathways get used, so the part of my brain that got tired on Call 1 can rest up during Call 2. So I often can go a whole night without needing to log out to grab a breather at all.
All of that is good - I can do this phone sex job because it almost never dizzy-fries me.
... almost ...
That's such a persnickety word, isn't it? Almost.
I've had three callers who trigger my vertigo to an unfortunate depth. They have the following things in common:
- they like to talk for more than an hour at a time
- they like it when I do most of the talking
- what they like is repetitive in some way
- they like me because I bring freshness and creativity to their somewhat repetitive request
- their request does not focus on trading orgasms or engaging in direct sexual activity
Emotionally, I love talking to him, because I have to search for new phrases and metaphors, and I feel creative and smart and powerful to be able to play with him in such a specific niche space.
But physically... well... I hallucinated with him once. I don't think he knew that's what it was. It might have sounded like I drifted to sleep and starting having one of those dreams that was somewhat based on reality. I apologized for drifting and said I'd spaced out, and let him know I needed to head to bed at the next time we got the one-minute warning.
I felt guilty and weak for not being able to give him what he wanted. Then I felt angry for beating up on myself. Then I realized I was beating up on myself for beating up on myself, and that made me sad. And then I decided if I was too uncontrolled to stop having feelings about my feelings, I should call it a night and go the fuck to sleep already.
He's doing nothing wrong. I'm doing nothing wrong. It's just an unfortunate series of events, a peculiar twist of circumstances, the exact unforeseen set of parameters that cause the program to start throwing errors.
Another one is new. He's adorable, happy and fun. He wants to do role plays where I objectify him. I get to be creative, and bitchy, and have fun with the situations and the characters and the descriptions... and he wants long stories, at least half an hour long each. And he wants two. Or three. Or four. I've told him I'm running out of ideas, but it's not true. After two stories tonight, I found my cognitive processes in a rapid downhill slide, and the situations themselves no longer made coherent sense to me.
I don't know how to tell someone, "I'm so sorry, but fulfilling your fantasy accidentally makes me stupid."
It's fucking... unfair, dammit. Or, as one of my favorite callers says, usually in amusing contexts, "Dammit so much." But that's seriously how I feel. Dammit. So. Much.
I want to feel like a badass. I don't want to be fragile. I love the gusty, lusty, go-hard-or-go-home attitude that I almost always have when I'm on the phones. I want to tell one more story, answer one more question, repeat that patter one more cycle, and not have to rest. I don't want to have to feel so damn human so often, with all the dumb limitations that dumb humans have. Can't I be a robot or a machine that never breaks down?
Yucky.
And yet, I know I need to keep myself off of the slippery slopes that lead to real downtime. I'm not helping anyone with those.
So. If I send you here, to read this blog post, and I tell you that you are one of these types of callers, I will have to impose time limits on you. I'm sorry.
I don't want you to worry about me: (a) worrying is the opposite of sexy and (b) I know how to take care of myself and stop the slide from happening, that's not your job. Your job is to enjoy the time we have together, and not take it personally when I have to go.
Please, please, please, believe me: I wish, I wish, I wish, with all my heart, that I could hang with you as long as you wanted me to. If I didn't enjoy our time together, I'd break up with you and tell you to find another provider (yep, really, I've done that several times), but I'm not doing that.
I want to share the thing we have. I do. I just need to do a little less of it.
I'm so sorry. I know it's for the best, and yet, it breaks my heart a little for both of us.
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Android Demo Video
I am sooooo excited to announce my first robot girl video! I have been practicing my robot movement with technosexual callers via cam calls, and they convinced me that I was strong enough to finally release a video.
The storyline is mine, and it's original, but it pulls heavily from the preferences of my callers. I've created a fictional company who manufactures the "Smart Fun Galiana" model of fembot. The company is named Advanced Smart Fun Robotics (ASFR).
(side note: ASFR also stands for alt.sex.fetish.robot, so that's pretty a freakin' awesome name, if I do say so myself... It started off as just SFR, but then I realized that it was close to ASFR, and one of trusted robot cutie fans suggested the "Advanced" /grin)
Anyway, over at Advanced Smart Fun Robotics, it is common for potential customers to request demonstrations via video call. Usually, when a conference call hosts more than one potential customer at a time, a human mediator is present, but none were available for this particular call, and the unit in question was in tip-top shape, so she ran the call on her own.
What could go wrong? Right?
Common requests include showing more cleavage:
showing all angles:
demonstrating personality:
demonstrating "robot mode":
and... umm.... well, that's unusual for an android to be pulling out vibrators.
But this particular conference call had several specialty customers on the line, and maybe it was a particular... ummm.... request...
Oh dear.
The run time is 15:38, the format is WMV, the price is $20 (contact me to get a conversion to another format if you wish). To purchase the video "Advanced Smart Fun Robotics - Galiana Demo 01" for $20 via NiteFlirt, click here:
I suggest you buy it now, before the management at ASFR sees it and tries to get it out of circulation - the images on this video are bound to be bad for the brand...
The storyline is mine, and it's original, but it pulls heavily from the preferences of my callers. I've created a fictional company who manufactures the "Smart Fun Galiana" model of fembot. The company is named Advanced Smart Fun Robotics (ASFR).
(side note: ASFR also stands for alt.sex.fetish.robot, so that's pretty a freakin' awesome name, if I do say so myself... It started off as just SFR, but then I realized that it was close to ASFR, and one of trusted robot cutie fans suggested the "Advanced" /grin)
Anyway, over at Advanced Smart Fun Robotics, it is common for potential customers to request demonstrations via video call. Usually, when a conference call hosts more than one potential customer at a time, a human mediator is present, but none were available for this particular call, and the unit in question was in tip-top shape, so she ran the call on her own.
What could go wrong? Right?
The run time is 15:38, the format is WMV, the price is $20 (contact me to get a conversion to another format if you wish). To purchase the video "Advanced Smart Fun Robotics - Galiana Demo 01" for $20 via NiteFlirt, click here:
I suggest you buy it now, before the management at ASFR sees it and tries to get it out of circulation - the images on this video are bound to be bad for the brand...
Monday, April 4, 2011
Down the Rabbit Hole
Yet again, I'm taking on a big project that will take me down a rabbit hole. My last big project was to post a bunch of picture sets for sale.
The current project is to optimize my new blog format for SEO (search engine optimization). No, I haven't announced the location of my new blog yet, because it's not done being set up yet, but I'll be ready after I do the SEO stuff. It involves scraping the blogger tags / descriptions / titles off each post and pasting them into the SEO keywords in WordPress. It's uncreative, tedious work. Wish me well, and light a candle for my sanity...
My next project will be to re-do all my listings. All bazillion of them. Okay, so there are just forty-something, but it feels like a bazillion. I'm not turning on Mistress Galiana or Hypno Galiana until they've been reworked, because they're not personalized by listing, the messages aren't exactly what I want them to be, and they are currently making me unhappy.
I know I'm a little obsessive about this kind of thing. And I often wonder if I'm doing anything to move my business forward, or if I'm just doing busy work that is closely related to phone sex *enough* to keep my mind in a sexy place between calls.
Then I get happy reassurances. For example, last weekend, I sent one of my new picture packages as a pay-to-view email to a long time caller who had expressed interest in my pictures. He bought them, he loved them, and he called me for an hour to talk about his responses! And the last time I re-did my listings, I had several callers spend time on the phone telling me why they liked the re-design...
So does that justify my compulsive efforts, or does it just add fuel to a dangerous fire? /grin
The current project is to optimize my new blog format for SEO (search engine optimization). No, I haven't announced the location of my new blog yet, because it's not done being set up yet, but I'll be ready after I do the SEO stuff. It involves scraping the blogger tags / descriptions / titles off each post and pasting them into the SEO keywords in WordPress. It's uncreative, tedious work. Wish me well, and light a candle for my sanity...
My next project will be to re-do all my listings. All bazillion of them. Okay, so there are just forty-something, but it feels like a bazillion. I'm not turning on Mistress Galiana or Hypno Galiana until they've been reworked, because they're not personalized by listing, the messages aren't exactly what I want them to be, and they are currently making me unhappy.
I know I'm a little obsessive about this kind of thing. And I often wonder if I'm doing anything to move my business forward, or if I'm just doing busy work that is closely related to phone sex *enough* to keep my mind in a sexy place between calls.
Then I get happy reassurances. For example, last weekend, I sent one of my new picture packages as a pay-to-view email to a long time caller who had expressed interest in my pictures. He bought them, he loved them, and he called me for an hour to talk about his responses! And the last time I re-did my listings, I had several callers spend time on the phone telling me why they liked the re-design...
So does that justify my compulsive efforts, or does it just add fuel to a dangerous fire? /grin
Friday, April 1, 2011
OKCupid and April Fools' Day
My sister just called me, and started the conversation with, "This is not an April Fools' Day joke, although it sounds like one."
(side note: Last time she said that, she was unexpectedly pregnant. Seriously, why the hell would you tell your family you're pregnant on April Fools' Day? Answer: she didn't realize what day it was when she told Mom, but then she had to tell me that same day. Poor Mom answered, "That's not funny" and they had quite a conversation while my sister figured out why she had responded that way.)
I have an OKCupid profile, and it's active, because every few weeks, I get a request from a caller to look at his profile and give him my honest feedback on it. I love doing it, and along the way, I've answered a bunch of questions out of the curiosity of "I wonder how he answers this question."
Shortly after I relocated to Houston, I set my OK Cupid profile to Houston, so I'd stop getting emails from people in Austin, which set off a flurry of emails from people in Houston. One man in particular caught my attention briefly (before I realized: "Seriously, Galiana, you can't even predict when you'll be logging in. You don't have time to look for a lover right now.").
As we talked, though, I realized that he was exactly my sister's type. Now, my sister is married, but she's got a healthy appreciation for certain types of gentlemen, and she had made an OKCupid profile ages ago to look at her friend's profile to give her feedback, and then answered the questions out of curiosity... sound like anybody you know?
So I told her about this guy, so she reactivated her profile and looked at his information, and affirmed that yes, I can spot her type from a mile away. And then she got a couple of mails and realized she should re-deactivate her profile.
But on the way there, she stopped by her Quiver matches (where OKC pulls 3 profiles that they think might interest you) out of curiosity. And her first match was...
Galiana Chance.
Could. Not. Stop. Laughing.
(side note: Last time she said that, she was unexpectedly pregnant. Seriously, why the hell would you tell your family you're pregnant on April Fools' Day? Answer: she didn't realize what day it was when she told Mom, but then she had to tell me that same day. Poor Mom answered, "That's not funny" and they had quite a conversation while my sister figured out why she had responded that way.)
I have an OKCupid profile, and it's active, because every few weeks, I get a request from a caller to look at his profile and give him my honest feedback on it. I love doing it, and along the way, I've answered a bunch of questions out of the curiosity of "I wonder how he answers this question."
Shortly after I relocated to Houston, I set my OK Cupid profile to Houston, so I'd stop getting emails from people in Austin, which set off a flurry of emails from people in Houston. One man in particular caught my attention briefly (before I realized: "Seriously, Galiana, you can't even predict when you'll be logging in. You don't have time to look for a lover right now.").
As we talked, though, I realized that he was exactly my sister's type. Now, my sister is married, but she's got a healthy appreciation for certain types of gentlemen, and she had made an OKCupid profile ages ago to look at her friend's profile to give her feedback, and then answered the questions out of curiosity... sound like anybody you know?
So I told her about this guy, so she reactivated her profile and looked at his information, and affirmed that yes, I can spot her type from a mile away. And then she got a couple of mails and realized she should re-deactivate her profile.
But on the way there, she stopped by her Quiver matches (where OKC pulls 3 profiles that they think might interest you) out of curiosity. And her first match was...
Galiana Chance.
Could. Not. Stop. Laughing.
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