First thing you should know is that I'm weird. You're more likely to see me pick up a purple bandana and pretend to be a ninja turtle than pick up a magazine and pretend I care about the latest hair trends.
I love cartoons. They are what I want to do for a living. If you think an adult loving cartoons is creepy (and I'm not just talking "Family Guy" and "Futurama" but also "Adventure Time" and "My Little Ponies: Friendship is Magic") I'm probably not your cup of tea.
I'm quirky, geeky, and have a tendency for child-like mischief. I'm not really a booze and bars kind of girl. More of a comics and video games kind of girl.
I also love to walk. Walking is one of my favorite past times.
When it comes to dating, there are three things I'm looking for: someone who's attractive, interesting, and someone I get along with. Usually, if I meet someone from here, they're one or two pieces of the triangle, but I'm looking for someone that can complete my dating triforce. ;)
You, me, a patrol of foot soldiers. 8 of them. We drop down like spiders and take two out, ninja-style, as the squad heads into an alley. We peer around a corner to investigate, only to discover one of the soldiers has paused to lace up his boots. He spots us. You kick him in the face to stop him from crying out, but it's too late--the other five have heard him and whip around, sai out, swords drawn, nunchucks whirling like helicopter blades. We both let out the same small expletive under our breath and suppress the urge to "jinx" each other as we race into battle.
I launch into a backward hand spring, kicking a soldier to the ground. Your spinning roundhouse kick disarms the closest soldier. You're in no mood for this nonsense. Not tonight. I let fly some puns of the "have a nice TRIP, see you next FALL" variety. You groan and tell me they're terrible. Miffed, I respond that I felt they were QUITE clever and rather charming. Before our discussion on the merits of word play can continue, a throwing star narrowly misses both our heads and rings audibly in the wall behind us. We, suddenly, are in agreement that this is neither the time or the place ("I'm STARting to get your POINT" *Grrrrroooooann*)
The soldiers are--really--no match for our combined skills. After you backfist the second to last soldier, we discover the final one is racing away. Huh. A smart one. I ask if you'd like to take him out. You bow, over dramatically, "ladies first". Well, aren't you just the charmer? I pick up a trash can lid and throw it into the air. I spin-kick it aggressively and it whirls like Captain America's shield and clangs comically into the back of the last soldier's head--knocking him out cold. I put a hand on my hip and look to you--trying to be arrogant, but SECRETLY hoping I've impressed you. Okay, okay, so it was over-the-top, showy, unnecessary, and totally transparent. You crack a smile anyway.
Then, I dunno, I guess we get Greek or something. I like Greek.