In the spirit of things, thusly belated
(Dickered-with HTML - for what sheepling will I ever do without adding the Monde-trademark of dickering-with-the-HTML? - is boldfaced.)
Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real" Even Though It SHOULD Say "Surreal" or "Irreal"
You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love. (No...really? We understate here just a teensy-weensy itsy-bit, no?)
You don't lose your head - I don't lose my WHAT? I strongly beg to differ; I can offer reams of evidence to the contrary, were this actually asked of me; thankfully I suspect it shan't be - and hardly anyone penetrates your heart or mind, genitalia, aura, or general sphere of influence, save for a certain deekoo, who was crazy enough to have not only tried, but also done so in the only way that works, and thus has miraculously succeeded. And a certain xenodimensional with a name beginning with 'C'. - for reason of...well, Just Because.
Your ideal Valentine's Day date: iAll about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!) (Actually, ideal would be "any other day besides 14 Februweary"; as evidenced by belated sheepling.)
Your flirting style: Honest and even slightly beyond all normally recognisable levels of sarcastic - that is, when it happens at all, which is about once every 5 or 6 years or so.
What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays since "expectations" are fucking baneful, and holidays are a corporate conspiracy.
Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are harddamn near freakin' impossible to get. And in just what cultural milieu is this "hot", and why have I not found its inhabitants yet? Oh, yeah. They'd all be claustrophiliac hermits, as I myself am. Duh.
Yeah, I wanna take this stupid quiz, too. Baaaaa baaaa
Your Candy Heart Says "Get Real" Even Though It SHOULD Say "Surreal" or "Irreal"
You're a bit of a cynic when it comes to love. (No...really? We understate here just a teensy-weensy itsy-bit, no?)
You don't lose your head - I don't lose my WHAT? I strongly beg to differ; I can offer reams of evidence to the contrary, were this actually asked of me; thankfully I suspect it shan't be - and hardly anyone penetrates your heart or mind, genitalia, aura, or general sphere of influence, save for a certain deekoo, who was crazy enough to have not only tried, but also done so in the only way that works, and thus has miraculously succeeded. And a certain xenodimensional with a name beginning with 'C'. - for reason of...well, Just Because.
Your ideal Valentine's Day date: iAll about the person you're seeing (with no mentions of v-day!) (Actually, ideal would be "any other day besides 14 Februweary"; as evidenced by belated sheepling.)
Your flirting style: Honest and even slightly beyond all normally recognisable levels of sarcastic - that is, when it happens at all, which is about once every 5 or 6 years or so.
What turns you off: romantic expectations and "greeting card" holidays since "expectations" are fucking baneful, and holidays are a corporate conspiracy.
Why you're hot: you don't just play hard to get - you are harddamn near freakin' impossible to get. And in just what cultural milieu is this "hot", and why have I not found its inhabitants yet? Oh, yeah. They'd all be claustrophiliac hermits, as I myself am. Duh.
Yeah, I wanna take this stupid quiz, too. Baaaaa baaaa