The ten adjectives I would use to describe myself are: committed, tenacious, organized, clever, smart, witty, sweet, loyal, adventurous, facetious, courageous, and playful. I can't spell but I have a great vocabulary. I love plants but for reasons unknown, my backyard is a sea of dirt. I can get anywhere in the city but don't know my right from my left. I can banter with the best of them but I don’t like to lose. Not that I am never wrong; according to my mother, I was born determined. I know how to share: you let me eat off your plate and I’ll let you eat off mine. You’ll score extra points if you can explain why your food always looks better than mine. I love to cook, bake, and futz around the kitchen. My blueberry cream cheese coffee cake is legendary. Play your cards right and you just might score one! I love my job. It’s infinitely challenging—there’s always a problem to solve or a riddle to go after, and every project is different. Finally, I have 2 adorable terriers. Baxter is a grumpy old man and Bella is a free spirit who loves to run around and chase tennis balls all day. We hike Runyon together every morning. I’m not much of a hiker, but every time I get to the top of the mountain and look around, I think, "This is amazing!" and I am glad I did it.
I would love it if you were a man and a boy at heart. Like me, you are gainfully employed. You like dogs, especially my dogs. You like your dog, too, if you have one and it’s not your ex-girlfriend’s. That could be weird. You would like cooking, my cooking, but you need to be able to grill. I can't grill to save my life. You would love the movies as much as I do and we could easily spend half the day in theater. You wouldn’t hog the popcorn or put too much salt or butter on it. And you’d share. Remember, I love to share.
On the first date my magical fairy godmother would appear and dress me in a beautiful ball gown compete with glass slippers and a rhinestone tiara. My pumpkin carriage would arrive and whisk me away to Starbucks where you would be waiting with a hot a cup of Zen tea and a blueberry scone. After some sparkling conversation and witty banter I would dash off to the parking garage at the stroke of midnight leaving nothing but my slipper and warm memories behind. Or we could just go for a hike.