Legs of a rocket scientist. Brains of a runway model. San Francisco girl new to Sydney.
If you're not much of a reader, you can skip this part and go back to looking at the pictures. If you want to know something about me, read on...
I'm a tall leggy lass with a good head on my shoulders and a penchant for mischief. I tend to act before I think, tend to bump into things. I laugh hysterically at bad jokes. I'm not vegetarian, but I make a mean lentyl burrito (is it true that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?).
I'm 5'9", in good shape (part genetics, part roller skating) and work to maintain my girlish figure. I'm attracted to a man who is fit, health-conscious and looks good in jeans. I might check out your butt when you walk away (is that bad?).
I'm looking for a modern-day Odysseus who has, thus far, been able to avoid getting smashed against the rocks by Scylla and Charybdis. We all have our battle scars, but hopefully yours are a testament to your willingness to love and not to your adeptness at avoiding it. Okay, waaaaay too much symbolism, but hopefully you get the idea.
C'mon, don't be shy. :)
My idea of a great first date would be breaking into a train yard, climbing the switching platform with a bottle of wine and a box of crackers, and watching the trains go by beneath us. What's yours?