My Tinder profile:
Just trying to date one lumberjack before I die.
My pictures:
Me flowers in my hair for my sister’s wedding. Me talking a mile a minute at a friend. Me petting a cow. Me eating a hamburger. Me writing in a notebook in a courtyard.
Day 1
Him: Evening. Do you often sketch while in palazzos?
Him: Brings me back
[Me: Ugh. Not answering this.]
Day 9
Him: I design with lumber…does that count?
[Me: Watching the Veronica Mars movie for the 2nd time.]
Day 11
Him: Not sure if mentioned that am also a male hand model
[Me: Whatever….]
Day 25
Me: Wait. What??
Him: My career as a professional hand model? Indeed…I hand double in action movies.
Me: Just your hand. Does your hand fight or just stand in, tapping a table, when other hands are tired?
Him: Totally. Yes to all of those questions. So what do youdo?
Me: I’m a writer. Sometimes my words pretend to be said by other people, which is the hand stunt double of the writing world.
Him: That’s interesting because my hands do decide to be other hand sometimes but mainly aptly borrow to make their own moves. You stunning linguists also lend a hand to these actions scripts we follow.
Day 26
Me: You from around here?
Him: Indeed I am. How are you? PacNW Native?
Me: Yep. Local through and through.
Day 27
Him: Ah so also your aware that the rain stops
Him: And that the dream of a meeting a lumberjack didn’t happen overnight
Him: Classic plad not fad plad
Me: Seattle’s still a logging town at heart
Him: People forgot. We’re woodsman and woodswomen here. We have water and trees so we can use them.
Him: Back when if we had beards, we never even spoke about it. Ever.
Day 28
Him: Do the characters in the writing speak about your lumberjack dream?
