You don't give many details. What were you thinking about when you posted this? Are you wanting a granola girl that doesn't shave her legs or pits, someone who hunts and fishes, or maybe a golf partner?
You don't give many details. What were you thinking about when you posted this? Are you wanting a granola girl that doesn't shave her legs or pits, someone who hunts and fishes, or maybe a golf partner?
His real name is Pygmalion, and he will bring life to the statue in his attic. Or perhaps he is the magician Math or Gwidion, fashioning his Blodeuwedd from flowers.
Then again, whenever I hear the phrase 'nature girl' I'm reminded of something absurd like Elfine Starkadder, declaiming appalling poetry to the hills whilst dressed in flowing satin.
As you say, the lack of detail means it is hard to tell which of these three archetypes he is searching for: but I'm pretty confident I've narrowed it down to three choices. Just like Blind Date.
His real name is Pygmalion, and he will bring life to the statue in his attic. Or perhaps he is the magician Math or Gwidion, fashioning his Blodeuwedd from flowers.
Then again, whenever I hear the phrase 'nature girl' I'm reminded of something absurd like Elfine Starkadder, declaiming appalling poetry to the hills whilst dressed in flowing satin.
As you say, the lack of detail means it is hard to tell which of these three archetypes he is searching for: but I'm pretty confident I've narrowed it down to three choices. Just like Blind Date.
Oh, I think he would prefer the full, unexpurgated rawness of her, prior to the metropolitan makeover from Robert Poste's Child. I can already seen them, performing pastoral dances on the South Downs to the sound of Lark Ascending, celebrating the new harvest.
I think our matchmaking here is done, madam. It has been a pleasure to meet you. <Bows.>
