carrie439589: Phillippians 2:3-5
Non-Smoker with A Few Extra Pounds body type
Anderson, South Carolina
40 year old Female, 5' 2" (157cm), Catholic
Caucasian, Virgo
carrie439589 is actively seeking a relationship.
Bachelors Degree
AmeriCorps VISTA

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

I am Seeking a Man For Long Term
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Do you drink? Socially Do you want children? Prefer Not To Say
Marital Status Single Do you do drugs? No
Hair Color Brown 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
Pets No Pets 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 thing I will see 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 deciding which one to lease or maybe make that big jump and buy.
What I’m looking for on POF is someone to wake up next to every morning. I'm ready to jump. But 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. Hey, I don’t feel interested in everyone who email me first, either! My expectation is that most emails don’t lead to meeting in person but I try to reply to everyone. Grammar is important. 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 seeking a traveling companion, a man who will walk beside me through thick and thin. I want the whole world. All of time and space would be better. If you travel in a big blue police box, I'm already packed and ready to go.
I am creative, well-educated and very disorganized. The thing that scares me more than anything is blowing out a tire while speeding on the highway. 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 love a well-told story, especially over coffee beside a campfire.
I'm a single mother of a teenage son and a toddler daughter. I am drama free. Neither of them have ever had a father.
I believe most things are negotiable. Except the way you squeeze the toothpaste.
I'm an aspiring writer, which means I write, but haven't published anything yet. Also means I'm kinda dreamy, an outlier. Long distance romance is okay as long as it involves lots of writing. Not texting. 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 as far as a full tank of gas can take me to camp 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 miss hiking beside geysers and exploring ancient ruins.
I joined POF to use as a filter, to step outside my comfort zone and get to know someone without being distracted by the initial overwhelming rush of meeting a crush or long lingering looks across the room. If history's taught me anything, it's this: I'm not to trust that rush of passion; I'm not attracted to good men. I have been on here a while. I suppose I'm not like other girls because POFing has never lead me to a romantic liaison. Or maybe I'm a little wiser than I used to be. Maybe ;)
I am looking for someone who dreams and will walk beside me while we make our dreams reality, over mountains and across oceans both literal and metaphorical. I have dreams that are never more than wisps of whimsy and dreams that are in the planning stages right now and dreams that are memories because I've checked them off my list. What's next on your list of things to do while you're here in the world, in your life, in mine? How will you fit into my life? What are your goals?
I spend most of my days at work; I'm a volunteer coordinator for an internationally respected nonprofit builder. I love my job. I dislike my long daily commute. When I'm not working, I fold tiny pink clothes, cook delicious meals for my two kids, sing the alphabet song again and dream about what we'll do when we meet. My life is good. It's not the life I planned but it's a good life.
I think it could be better. I have dreams and plans and goals. I have daily stress and frustrations. I would like strong arms to lean into at the end of a long day and drift into the sunset. All I'm missing is you!

“If you want to identify me, ask me not where I live, or what I like to eat, or how I comb my hair, but ask me what I am living for, in detail, ask me what I think is keeping me from living fully for the thing I want to live for.”
Thomas Merton

First Date
Twice around the Civic Center is four miles, that's enough time to decide if we'll want to see each other again :)

and then
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.

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