A friend wrote this for me to use as my description: "Super, non-felon, non-hippie, and although she really likes extra pickles with her cheeseburgers, I've never found it to be a disability of any sort."
I moved here from the east coast almost 10 years ago and still apparently slip east-coast'isms into conversation. I miss east-coast fall and the smell of burning leaves. And soft pretzels. And the pizza.
I have really simple tastes. I'd rather eat around a campfire than get dressed up and go to a fancy restaurant. I enjoy doing "cultural" things like going to plays or shows, but I would much rather see a local band than a huge concert at the Gorge. I don't own a TV...I've found I'm not really missing anything. I've paid for 2 haircuts in the past 10 years.
Technology still fascinates and scares me. My phone is the most sophisticated thing I own. I've had my alarm clock since college. My laptop is 6 years old, and I worry about that day I will need to replace it. I still think it's cool I can just buy one song at a time on iTunes.
I'm independent to a fault. I will be too busy for you if I don't find you worthy of my time. I work long hours and the graveyard shift.
I highly dislike retail shopping, onions, the phrase "I'm pretty laid back", and Washington drivers.
I eat my Reese's pieces 3 at a time.
I enjoy cooking different things, and hiding vegetables in everything. I'm not vegetarian but I rarely eat meat. Cheeseburgers are my weakness.
I'm trying out my hand at gardening, and supplement that with a CSA (community supported agriculture). I always have more vegetables on hand than I know what to do with.
I'm trying to spend as little time in the retail world as possible. If I can make it (or can find someone else who can), I choose the homemade option. I treat most things as creative experiences - whether I'm actually crafting by sewing or molding clay, or cooking, gardening, or working with power tools in the garage.
I'm kinda quirky. I get embarrassed easily. I laugh a lot. I'd rather read mysteries or comedies over non-fiction because I immediately forget everything I've read. Stories about dogs usually make me cry.
What am I looking for? Someone who is kind, a good listener (who does not try to fix everyone and everything), and preferably loves his mother. Someone who isn't stuck permanently in the PNW. Or at least is open to the idea that I'm not.
