Being a woman is simply a good excuse not to play football.
I enjoy coaching and playing volleyball, travel, music, off/Broadway theaters, dancing, playing acoustic guitar, non-fiction reading, and vibrant echoes of social justice. There are days my only hobby is laziness, which naturally rules out all others...I sang in a bar for a while, translated books on mythology and criminology; I have been a reporter in Asia and US and still have my squirts of indignation and tenacity. Being a manager of a professional baseball team lead me to the rolling philosophy in life -- you spend a good piece of your life gripping a baseball and, in the end, it turns out that it was the other way around all the time. I love humanity but dread the crowd; I am fearless like clinging vines if needs to and shy like a violet if compelled to. Life has its ups and downs, women like me learn to be wiser by knowing less and understanding more.
Being single is not so terribly wrong until one day you wake up and suspect that the mass of singles lead a life of self-sustained desperation. One can mostly hope to end up with the right regrets by making a few honest mistakes in romance as in life. If life is simple but not simpler, perhaps people just need to follow a straightforward reaction: fill what's empty, scratch where it itches, or fall for a romance that turns the dust of daily tedium into a colored hazel. I'd fall for a man, who shares his trueness and selfliness like the misty rains, comes softly, but floods the river.
While you surely know that Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby, you also understand that the art of love is largely the art of persistence. In this journey called "luv", I 'd rather end up wishing I hadn't than end up wishing I had.
Then I am willing to bet the odds that Love is being stupid together.
Attraction is not a choice, but a compelled heart matter. If we don't feel the little magic that pulls you ( and me) out of our own hats when we meet, we probably don't have that spark, flame, bonfire, or a little volcano that lead us to disasters.
On a prerequisite thought, if you are half-naked, intentionally blurred on photos, put your car's picture as the main photo, and say no more than "hello, you are beautiful," you are down (or up) on no-fly list.