I like a girl. she's not normally my type, personality wise or physically.
hurm. the feelings are indeed, confusing. I think it lies in some deep routed Celtic cultural thing.

'you are Celt. you are either from Ireland, Scotland, or wales.': Ireland.
'you like axes and weaponry of most sorts': true.
'you have a mild distrust of the English and a great distrust of the french' Very true.
'you wish to grow a mustache' always have done
'you fantasise about hunting, and providing in a simple woodsman way' aye.

'you think poetry is masculine' IT IS!

'you should therefore provide to the cultural type of Irish/Celt woman, compactly built, christian values, pale skin, red hair.' fair enough.

and there we go, on its most basic level, when I see her, my ancestry kicks into action and I want to whisk her away to a wood cabin. Sigh.

the blog'll get better to be sure