I don't see matches because I too refuse to pay for a free dating sight. Send me a mail message. My friends would probably describe me as a scientific artist and overachieving slacker. Some might venture to spout that I'm all the Gemini any Gemini should be. Then they'd probably tell you to forget it because, while I'll probably charm your socks off, the best you can hope for is that you'll be my next ex-husband. They might well add that I'm over educated for my peer group, that I lack focus and that I'm never satisfied with the results of my artistic endeavors. Let's see ... What else? Hmm, I don't play well with others, which is why I'm self employed; that while I might look the part, with long hair, pretty eyes and dimples in my cheeks, I revere Machiavelli, and I'm not at all like Bambi. And all of that's fine with me because if my brutally honest friends don't help cull the next ex-husband crowd, I'll keep repeating the same mistakes, which as you know, is the definition of insanity. After all, what are friends for?