Single, M, 20, Romulan. Seeking Cardassian, Klingon, or Orion female. Like long walks on the beach and plotting to destroy the Federation.
Aww... if only I were the right orientation, gender, or species...
He should put an ad up on okcupid with exactly this wording. See what happens.
www.gk2gk.com would probably get more results - it's a dating site for science fiction fans, gamers, etc.
Mind you, I came across a profile on OKCupid a couple of months ago in which the guy had uploaded a photo of himself in zombie makeup, so you never know.
And yes, I wrote to him. We exchanged a couple of messages, but I haven't heard from him since I asked him if he wanted to get together for coffee about a month ago. I must have put him off (I seem to do that).
Interestingly, he had told me about a short film he'd been in and sent me a link to it on Youtube. That gave me his full name, so on a whim I looked him up on Facebook (though I didn't send him a friend request, thinking that might appear stalkerish), and it turned out we had a mutual friend - a local horror author. Why am I not surprised?
Not a fan of sex in the shower. It's slippery and you'll end up with a concussion. The kitchen table, on the other hand...
My shower, at least, is too small. Additionally, I'm not a huge fan of inhaling tons of steam while I'm exerting myself, and my girlfriend can't stand the minimum water temperature I find pleasant. So forget it.
It's not even especially fun in ideal conditions; I'm convinced the romance attributed to it is nothing more than the triggered memory of softcore scenes seen as children and young adults. And the only reason those exist is because steam and frosted glass obscure genitalia.
Our new porn-whetted generations will rightfully disregard shower sex.
I don't know. The first time I had sex with my last boyfriend was in the shower... at least for part of it. We started out in the bed, moved to the shower, went back to the bed, then back to the shower again. (It was during Dragon*Con, and Atlanta at Labour Day can get horrifically hot and humid, and my hotel room's air conditioning wasn't the best.)
To answer the question in the poll... I usually consider myself to be divorced, as my ex and I had a wedding ceremony in the United Church of Canada. At the time, same-sex marrriage wasn't legally recognized yet (this was in 1993), but as far as our friends and his family (the less said about my family, the better) were concerned, our marriage was no different from any of theirs, and my employers gave him full spousal benefits (he didn't work). When he left me for the guy he'd been cheating on me with, we had to notify the church. I'm not sure exactly what they did - an annulment, or what - but since it wasn't a legally-recognized relationship, we didn't need to get a legal divorce. However, "divorced" seems to be the easiest way to describe my situation.
Since then there were three I dated for brief periods (each of them broke things off after exact 21 days - I was beginning to think I was cursed), but the next two have been the only ones whom I've seen for any length of time since my divorce. One was about five months, though he stood me up twice and refused to take my phone calls for the last month or so. (He wanted to break up with me but was too chickenshit to actually do it.) The second was the one I met in Atlanta - we dated for about a year and a half, although because of the distance, we were only actually in each other's physical presence four times during that period. Thank the gods for Skype and webcams.

(We're actually still friends - we talk once or twice per week.)
As things stand at the moment, though, I've been single for the last year or thereabouts, and there haven't really been too many prospects (the guy from OKCupid notwithstanding). I remember when I used to go out every Friday and Saturday night, but the fact that I rarely met anyone combined with the utter exhaustion I've been suffering from since I started working 90 minutes from home means that I don't really go out much anymore - when I do, it's with friends, so I'm not likely to meet anyone that way. (And if anyone does notice me, they probably assume that I'm involved with the person I'm hanging out with.)