Sam Dawson

I'm not really going to marry an oligarch.
I plan to become either a muse to a penniless poet, a model for a starving artist, or a hopeless love figure for a young misunderstood mathematical genius. I'm not that fussy, but all should live in a garret and die young. That's because I plan to move on and marry a philosopher, who must be no younger than sixty, as one can't be too young to be taken seriously as a philosopher. Also, he must be much older than me, by at least thirty years. After he dies I'll wear black for a while, then figure something else out.

You're a fine figure of a man.
But the ladies in your life shouldn't worry, as I plan to use my supermodel looks to marry an oligarch, for as David A. Riley pointed out, I'd be too much high maintenance for most men.

I don't know if it's for me to give advice, but I think you should return to the Vault when you feel ready. It's a rather gentle environment and if one makes a mistake (as we all do) there I think one can just forget about it - everyone else will - and move on (certainly with no need to delete a thread/post)

I'll send an email address soon.
I won't go back to the Vault, as I make too many mistakes, and clog it up with nonsense posts.
I'm sure if I get the urge to post I can find somewhere more suitable.
I got sent an invite to an online role-playing game from a friend, so I'll try that to pass some of my spare time.

Oh, and if you can work out a way to add attachments or are prepared to send an email address I will, as promised, send over A Ghost Story for Christmas

Ha, thank you Princess, that describes the lifestyle of some years of my youth. This pic was by one of my daughters on the occasion of a haircut. It predates lockdown though. If taken today it would be less lean and rather more stressed. Trust you are well and that having a wee break from the forum is agreeing with you

You look like you should be on the road with Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady. Which is a very nice thought.