I want butterflies. I've done this once before. I met some nice people, but no one who gave me butterflies. And I want butterflies. So, I'm here, to give it one more chance. I'm just dipping my toes back into the waters, to see if it's nice and warm or freaking freezing. I guess I'm a bit of a romantic (though writing that makes me want to throw up in my mouth a little), which is why I'm giving this one more shot.
I'm a tomboy and a girlie girl. I will go to that basketball/baseball/football game with you and actually enjoy it. I love the idea of getting in my car and going somewhere at a moment's notice. I also love the idea of staying in bed under the covers all day. Some might say I'm naive about some things, but I say I'm just positive. I can't stand anyone who's negative all the time. Life's too short.
I'm an old head when it comes to music. I'd marry Sam Cooke if I could. I love taking pictures, of places, people, things. I love hot tea, well done bacon, Chuck Taylors, laying in bed when it's raining like mad, trying to figure out why the Empire State Building is lit up red/green/purple/fill in the color tonight, the color green, the smell of just out of the oven bread, fall in the city, fresh cut grass, a good stretch, and about a million other things, including this city. And I'd love to have someone to share it all with. (Yeah, I almost just threw up again.)
My Ideal Person:
Laughter, honesty, patience, hugs, smarts, wit, compassion. A lover of steak, crosswords and naps. A liker of boardgames, wandering the city and the Temple of Dendur. A tolerator of my ability to ask a question and then another before you had the chance to answer the first. A grown up. A cheeseball. A nerd. A hugger. A really good hugger. A man. If we're walking down the street and you get the feeling that you just have to push me up against a wall and kiss me, you will. Because I might just do the same.
The last great book I read
Manhunt, about John Wilkes Booth after he shot Lincoln
and fled. I never leave Barnes & Noble without a pile
of new books. And if you're too cool for Harry Potter,
it's just not gonna work.
My most humbling moment
Being with a parent as they died.
If I could be anywhere right now
On the deck of a house on the beach (preferably my house and
not a stranger's), the grill is heating up, the sun
is going down. Maybe some family is there, maybe some friends,
maybe it's just me and the guy who gets me.
In my bedroom one will find...
Multiple books that I'm in the middle of, an old dresser,
some shoes, a pink telephone
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