Last March, I accepted a job offer in China to teach for a year. My teenage son and I got our immunizations and passports; I spent the next six months working my butt off to save money so that I'd have a nice cushion in the bank for 'just in case.' Our visa papers arrived in August, and two weeks before we were to fly out, I found out I was pregnant. It really put a screeching halt to my plans, and I'm not gonna lie, I cried for two months straight. So what did I do to get back on top of the world? I climbed Harney Peak in September, pregnant, and decided then to leave the beautiful Black Hills of South Dakota for adventure.
I came home to SC in January. Since then, I find that I was mistaken: I am not ready to settle down. I have a fabulous Clemson education, an unused passport, and am fully immunized! Maybe Russia. Maybe Czech Republic. Where do you want to go? I'm really looking for someone to dream with, and make our dreams reality. I have an infant daughter in my arms as I'm typing, my son is playing video games he designed to test them before publishing. I find my life is beautiful but I want the whole world in my hand. It'd make the journey sweeter if I had a man to enjoy it with me. I am willing to relocate for a relationship. I want to hike the Appalachian Trail, bicycle across the country or ride horses throughout the Midwest. I have lots of dreams :)
I'm free-spirited, fiercely independent and adventurous. I rarely stand still. I love music, love to have it playing in the background all the time and I like different genres depending on my mood, of course. I don't like rap or hiphop, usually don't listen to country but I love bluegrass, folk, jam, rock, indie. I'm an 80s girl at heart tho. Hobbies: I make soap and hand lotions, cordial liquors, pastries and pastas. I enjoy hiking, swimming, traveling. I love apple juice and chocolate (not together, though).
Since changing my address to SC, I've learned that I should post this answer here: race doesn't determine who I date, substance does. Please don't begin your conversation with questions about my racial preferences. If all you have to offer the conversation is an exotic skin color, we won't have much to talk about. And please do have something to talk about. I enjoy the art of conversation.
Here are some jumping off points to get you started before you email me with 'hey' or 'What's up?' I may not respond to a one word introductory email.
What do you have to offer me?
Moreover, what do you expect me to offer you?
What do you dream about?
What are you looking for?
And pof offers many conversation starters, don't be afraid to use them. I took the time to tell you about me, and I look forward to reading your well-written profile as well.
I'm playing catch and release; why should I pluck you from the river? If you want to walk with me, you'll have to keep up.
Also, I'm on a three year plan. I want to stay home with my daughter till she's a year old; that gives me 4 more months to devote to beginning a relationship before life cuts in and creates stress. Then I need to make enough money in the remaining two years to join a business venture and open a hostel in Czech Republic in 2016 with my Russian friends.
Oh, and do you have a passport? You're going to need it to travel with me!
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.