"I like flaws and feel more comfortable around people who have them. I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions." - Augusten Burroughs
I'm a shameless eavesdropper. Overheard while standing in line,"Yeah, but you fall in love with people you don't even know. 'Impeccable fashion sense' or 'her hair smells nice' or 'she's real pretty' aren't very good reasons to want to spend the rest of your life with someone. Eventually you're gonna wake up next to her in nothing but her period underwear, smelling like a lumberjack, with breath that would kill a lesser life form. You'd better make sure she's pretty freaking awesome on the inside." Though it's (slightly) less likely I'll wake up next to someone in their period underwear, I've taken this little snippet to heart. You must be freaking awesome on the inside. Also, I don't know him, but I'm already in love with the guy who said this, so you've got your work cut out for you.
I'm looking for people who might want to go hiking, go on day trips, pack a lunch and take off, go to the beach, float down a river, try a new recipe, make a huge batch of tamales to split and put in the freezer, let our north coast kids run around silly, coat-less, and barefoot while we marvel at how unaffected they are by the cold wind, learn to surf, paint something, learn something else (suggestions?), draw something, sew something, pickle something (anything!!), dance, sing, fly a kite, laugh until beer comes out of our noses, volunteer, teach me guitar, laugh at me trying to play pool, laugh at me trying to play frisbee, laugh at me trying to skip stones, for really, really take a thermos with a hot beverage and a bunch of blankets and stay up all night for a meteor shower, take a class, play charades, go see a show, put on a show (anywhere, anytime, surprise me!), go to the movies, go thrift store shopping, listen to records, listen to silence in the redwoods... Let's build a tree fort. Let's storm the freaking castle. In short, you must like to DO stuff.
I'm a serious, silly (seriously silly?), optimistic, open-minded, adventurous, nurturing woman. I'm southern (as in southeast) born and bred, consequently I'll call you darling or love or sweetheart or babe or maybe, just maybe... lover, but rarely will I call you by your name, unless, of course, you're in trouble. I am easygoing and like most people. If I don't like you, for whatever reason, you can rest assured your heart will be blessed (see above).
Here I am.
I have a lotus tattoo on the inside of my left wrist.
I usually wear a hoop in my nose piercing.
I'm not particularly fashionable, but I clean up well.
I'm not beautiful or thin by any stretch of the imagination. I'd say I'm cute and chubby. I never know what to put for body type, I'm overweight, curvy, and full-figured. I'm definitely not skinny, but not Gilbert Grape's mom, either.
And if it's important to you, I'm a Sagittarius, not a Scorpio. It's not important to me.
I love music and movies and the ogling of art. Want to?
I love cooking. I love chopping and peeling and slicing and dicing, it's like therapy for me. I love making great food for the people I care about, but loathe cleaning up afterward. I do it anyway.
I am naturally curious, scientifically-minded, a tad whimsical and have yet to lose my sense of wonder.
I'm a single mom of one child. She's more important than you.
Another site asked me about my ideal person?
I don't put much stock in ideals. Time and tide have made it clear that, oftentimes, the most beautiful people (within and/or without) lie somewhere outside my preconceived notions of perfection. My ideal person is inherently flawed with many redeeming qualities. Just. Like. Me.
I am, however, a sucker for kind eyes, a great smile and full lips.
I'm not really concerned with corporate climbing or keeping up with the Joneses. I don't want a lot of stuff, I'd much rather DO a lot than have a lot. What I do want: Love, laughter, respect, books, music, family, good memories, good food, good friends, a garden and wine. Oh, and a pygmy goat. I think It'd be really cool to have a pygmy goat. All this probably makes me sound crunchier than I actually am. I don't really consider myself to be a hippie or a hipster, or, for that matter, hip in any way, shape or form. I am simultaneously in-between and left of center. Where do you stand?
If you'll drink wine, cook with me and kiss me in the kitchen, I'll probably love you forever.
We're definitely not a match if you haven't figured out how to be a grown up and be silly. Also, if you identify as conservative in your politics or worldview, we're definitely not right for each other.
I'm not interested in getting married or anything anytime soon, but nor am I interested in the kind of dating where we live in separate universes and date in a third and never the twain shall meet. My friends have awesome dinner parties, if going with me is too serious for you, we're just not compatible.