I'm pretty agnostic, and I’m quite serious about the passing me over bit for not knowing who, is in fact, Richard Dawkins! If you are one of those born-again, walk in/by grace, thank god/Jesus for all...it's seriously not going to work. I'm perfectly content being a godless heathen. I will never convert. I promise it's futile! For realsies, please be not religious...at all...I tend to use Jesus Christ as a pejorative...A LOT! If you think that there is no such thing as evolution, hate reading, or don't know what's going on in the world, we probably won't get along. Yup, I'm also a closet nerdette. I speak fluent French and Spanish and have managed around Rome with my Italian, and on occasion I read Greek, Hebrew and Swedish. I prefer long heated discussions on Karl Marx, existentialism, but not for pretense, astronomy, geography, globe-trotting, world religions, Anarchy, and the crude humor of Zach Galifinakis, Louis C.K., and Will Ferrel. I'm a sucker for a brilliant man! I value reason, logic, and a healthy dose of curiosity and skepticism more so than a pretty smile or chiseled abs. Unless you have deep dimples or are insanely tall and look like Zachary Levy (my personal dose of knee-jellafying, kryptonite, tall, floppy mop of curly brown hair and brown eyes and British accents)...I jest...well, maybe not.
**So, I'm finally updating this thing...5/27/2014**
I was living in Utah for way too long and finally made the more permanent transition back to the DF-Dub...HOLLA...jk. I really don't speak like that. For the most part everything is logistically the same as far as the details of my life are concerned with one (minor/not so minor depending on how you look at it) change...I chopped off my long, luxurious, dark, cascading, overly-complicated, mane. I do so about every five years or so for a few reasons, but namely I always donate my hair to Lock of Love as a tribute to those I love that are fighting cancer (win or lose).
I'm a smart-a$$ (if you leave the sexual innuendo door open even the slightest bit I will come crashing through it like the Kool-aid man...I live for 'that's what she said' jokes), spunky, witty, funny, short, Rednexican, with a huge heart. I do have the occasional audible Texas twang! Ain't no shame! I have no idea what the word shy or introverted means, I'm like an extrovert on steroids. I'm pretty proud that I have absolutely zero fear of social settings and/or interactions. Which means no shame at random times of the day. ENFP
To say I am very stubborn and fiercely rebellious, would be an understatement. I am impulsive and intense and passionate. I am a bit of a Libertine and a Hedonist. No, that doesn't mean I'm a sex addict. Hedonism is simply the fervent pursuit of all things that allow one to experience maximum amount of life's pleasure(s): Amazing meal, delectable wine, warm summer breeze, a gut wrenching laugh, the hot sands of the beaches in Agios Gordios.
Despite the fact that I don't allow myself the liberty to become emotionally attached easily and DO NOT believe in the concept of love at first sight, I am a hopeless romantic. It's kinda sad that love is the only socially acceptable manifestation of psychosis there is...I'm not really that cynical either just too nerdy for my own good.
What's the capitol of Australia?
I'm quite whimsical and extremely playful. I'm feminine, but not prissy, AT ALL!!! Chances are if I see sprinklers, I'm running through them barefoot. If you're too uptight to join me, that'll probably be our last date. I'm not above getting muddy and getting dirt under my nails. I am quite adept at using power-tools. I can start a campfire, and do love being outdoors for a chill fireside cook-out. Hamburger, hot dogs and even steak to do not a BBQ constitute. I am a PROUD TEXAN, I do know my way around a smoker and a grill! I make a mean brisket! I love laughing even though it is an insanely loud outburst kind of a belly-rolling sort.
Yes, I am a single parent. I'm proud of the title Mommy, but, I hate that some find that word insulting or shameful, for me it is my badge of honor. My purest delight, which is the source of most of my laughter and wonderment, is also my greatest masterpiece, my magnum opus...my amazing little girl! Without her, my life would be incomplete and the source of my purest joy would be non-existent. Although we are a package deal, I'm extremely protective of her, and will not introduce anyone to her to just anyone, unless we've been seeing each other for at least a year. I just don't want her to be introduced to every man with whom I happen to go on a date. To me that's weird and dysfunctional. I want to be a constructive and positive example to her and give her a healthy outlook on what dating means. I value my daughter's respect and trust in me more than the worth of diamonds. I'd be utterly devastated if she ever witnesses me behaving or conducting myself in a manner that would compromise that respect and faith she has in me. Single motherhood doesn't mean I have excess emotional baggage or had her out of wedlock or some other negative connotations that come out of the phrase "single-mom". I'm not looking to find someone to take care of us financially. I'm not looking for a replacement Daddy, she has a father, and though we do not see eye to eye, he is quite involved, no need to worry. I'm not husband-hungry. It simply is a matter that we married prematurely and for the wrong reasons, but before we realized that, we were already expecting our baby girl, and we grew apart. I'm quite capable of paying my own bills. I like the independence of my own means.
Most important trait in someone is humility and kindness. If you are entitled, superficial, vain, and/or treat people, especially service industry workers like they owe you something or are atrociously rude, I want nothing to do with you. Flashing your net worth will not impress me, I'm not materialistic, I'm quite the opposite. Thoughtful gestures mean everything to me. Jewelry and gifts aren't really needed. Have my tires rotated or remember how I like my cream of wheat, and you might just melt my heart. I'm quite tender, sensitive, and sentimental once I let my guard down.
I do miss having a special someone to come home to (perhaps not every day just a few days out of the week), to dazzle with my culinary skills, and to wake me up in the morning with their warm body next to mine and a neck nuzzle for good measure. I am, in all earnestness, hoping to one day, find a partner who also is seeking for that special someone (ME) (pointing to myself with a mischievous grin.
I enjoy the concept of traditional-ish dating or at least meeting, making an authentic connection based on more than just physical chemistry, and, having a friendship before there are any intense social expectations or exchanges. I am a woman that believes that a true connection takes time (as in a few months to a year unlike most horny booty-callers) and develops organically with ease, and that the genesis of authentic love stems from sincerity, honesty, loyalty, friendship, respect, and several dashes of lust (armfuls of rather). Reciprocity is absolutely paramount and a principle by which I live.
I would like to date casually and openly, maybe compare the factory models, weigh out my options before I do ultimately settle down, and even that concept is a subjective, fluid, non-conforming notion for me. I am completely forthright and transparent in my intentions for a committed-ish relationship, but, take a deep breath, Hun, my version of settling down doesn't mean we have to fill out the red tape bits or get married.
Just be normal-ish...simple tea or milkshake for starters...no pressure. If that goes well a game of capture the flag in the park.