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Age: 33
Dating
carrie439589: Phillippians 2:3-5
About
Non-smoker with A Few Extra Pounds
City
Anderson, South Carolina
Details
38 year old Woman, 5' 2" (157cm), Catholic
Ethnicity
Caucasian Virgo with Brown hair
Intent
carrie439589 Actively seeking a relationship
Education
Bachelors degree
Personality
Crafty
Profession
aspiring homemaker


dating
I regularly volunteer to crew at hot air balloon festivals; flying is a perk. Oct 2013






I am Seeking a Man For Long term
Needs Test View her relationship needs Chemistry View her chemistry results
Do you drink? Socially Do you want children? Prefer not to say
Marital Status Single Do you do drugs? No
Pets Dog Eye Color Hazel
Do you have a car? Yes Do you have children? Yes
Longest Relationship Over 4 years How ambitious are you? Somewhat Ambitious
Second Language Spanish  



About Carrie
My lease is up, so I’m moving across town. I was looking at apartments, houses, duplex homes, and have decided POFing is like house hunting. I’m renting right now and I looked at several places before I decided which one I wanted to wake up in for the next year. If I were purchasing a home, I’d look at several more before committing to the first view of every morning. I looked at several floor plans before I even went out to see one, and it's the same here: a profile is like a floor plan, and our first date is like checking out the apartment before signing the lease. I'm going to leave that last metaphor alone for now.
What I’m looking for on POF is someone to wake up next to every morning till I don’t wake up anymore. I’m not going to decide that on our first date. My experience has been that most email contact through POF never leads to a meeting in the real world. I can accept that. I don’t feel interested in everyone who email me first, either. Please don’t let that deter you from contacting me :) My expectation is that most emails don’t lead to meeting in person. Without that pressure, I try to reply to everyone. I will read your profile to see if we have common interests, something to talk about the first time we meet up, and I presume you have read mine if you contact me first.
I hope we meet soon, so we can talk about intentions, goals, aspirations, dreams. I like caramel coffee. I like listening to your interests, hobbies. I like talking about mine.
I am creative, well-educated and very disorganized. The thing that scares me more than anything (except blowing out a tire while speeding on the highway) is being vulnerable. Which makes me appear aloof sometimes, but I'll warm up to ya eventually. I'm in the process of putting my body back together after having a baby last year, not as easy as it was when I was younger. I'm more likely to hula hoop by a campfire than go out dancing at a club.
I dislike being hurt. I abhor being deceived. I love a well-told story but I don’t like horror movies or rap.
I believe most things are negotiable. Except squeezing the toothpaste and installing tp. There is a right way and a wrong way for both.
I'm an aspiring writer, which means I write, but haven't published anything yet. Also means I'm kinda dreamy, an outlier. I like to travel, I like to learn, to see new places and meet new people. I have favorite places to visit, too. I miss my old life, I miss having the freedom to go with little notice to somewhere a whole gas tank away from wherever I am now, camping for three days in a National Park because I never leave home without a tent and sleeping bag, just in case. I have a stroller in my trunk now where my tent used to go. I have a passport but only one stamp so far. I fully intend to use it a lot before it expires.
I miss hiking beside geysers and exploring ancient ruins. I miss snuggling against a warm chest, wrapped in strong arms, savoring the languor in my bones. I spend most of my days folding tiny pink clothes, planning and cooking delicious meals for my two kids, and playing peek-a-boo. My life is good, but I think it could be better.
All I’m missing is you.

First Date
We'll meet downtown for coffee early; it's still chilly out. Coffee with caramel and whipped cream and make up stories about the others in the coffee shop. Where are they from? Why are they here? I'm wearing my green boots because they match my eyes. I'm sitting across from you so I can delight in the sight of you while I swirl the rich coffee around on my tongue. You're telling me a fantastic story about the girl over there who's "not looking" at the guy on the computer with his headphones on, seemingly oblivious. She's a spy, sent to get him. He knows her; they used to work for the same side but now they're bitter enemies.
We slip out the back door to the courtyard, laughing because we're too clever to get caught between them when the sparks begin to fly!
And we walk, my hand in the crook of your arm, the sunshine warms the day as we reach a winery. We sit outside, away from everyone but in full view so they can watch with envy while we taste several varietals from Spain and Italy and a rare South African Pinot; my lips are burgundy and I relax into your chest to collect my thoughts against your warmth. The wine makes me purr and your hand covers mine; I feel delicate and protected.
We walk again, this time to the waterfall (I love the sound of water, falling, trickling) Just beyond those rocks, to the left, is the entrance to another world. It looks just like this one, so deceptively clever, but it's not. Or maybe it's just another layer on top of this world where we can see everyone else but they can't see us; we're free.
Free to bite and scratch and scream
Or just take off my green boots and trail my toes in the cool water and lay my head in your lap to watch cloud pictures while your fingers comb my hair.