Pet peeve: Gourmet dogfood. Seriously? Who needs that? My dog eats shoes, Legos, and plastic army men. I laugh at those Blue whatever commercials: "I just didn't like the ingredients..." Whine, whine. I dunno, but I think rice and chicken byproduct GOTTA be better than Legos.
But ANYway...
I joined Match hoping to find an honest, meaningful connection. Not looking for a husband, but a companion. I nearly found that early on, but sadly, bad timing put an end to it. I keep hoping to find a similar connection. If you're looking for a quick hookup, please look elsewhere. *** I DON'T RESPOND TO WINKS, PROFILES WITH NO PICS, OR GENERIC FORM-LETTER MESSAGES. ***
Really, I don't care so much about so-called chivalry, pulling out chairs and opening car doors. That shows you know how to parrot what you *think* we want. It shows that you have manners in public. For awhile, anyway. Can't say I recall seeing any men opening car doors for women in grocery store parking lots lately.
I don't care much about your toys, either. Unless your boat or plane has a crew, I'm not impressed. And if your boat or plane *does* have a crew, I'd probably run anyway, because A.) I'd wonder what sort of illegal activities got you that boat/plane and crew, or B.) If it was legitimately obtained, you're probably in a position too high-profile for my comfort.
NOT that this has been an issue, mind you! ;) Just thought it might give you some insight into my values...
What I care about is how you treat a person when they are your only witness. Sure, you can score some points by taking ballroom dance classes and showing off in public... But would you also dance alone with her in the kitchen? Do you offer to help a woman clean up and do the dishes after she's cooked a meal for you? Do you brush the snow off her windshield if you happen to leave before her? Can you recognize when she's had a bad day and understand that a kind word from you can turn it all around? Can you listen to a woman's heart and show her love in a way that she feels it?
I don't ask for more than I'm willing to give. But treat me with disrespect, and all bets are off.
I'm the kind of woman who will save and plan for months to surprise the man I love with a weekend getaway - including all his favorite things, down to details you might never think I noticed.
I don't get manicures, I'm not a shopoholic. Maybe I've been living under a rock, but I don't know who Snooky is or why anyone should care what she does. My only chemical dependencies are coffee and nicotine (which I hope to quit once and for all when I move very soon.) I'm usually in jeans and cozy sweaters in cooler weather (along with my cloddy Uggs mules, what can I say?), but I do own an Armani dress.
I'd rather pack a picnic and lie on the grass, eating grapes and watching the clouds roll by, than go to some thumpy dance club and see a bunch of 40-somethings trying to hook up on the dance floor. No, wait. I'd rather pluck out my eye with a plastic spoon than do the thumpy club thing... Although I've been known to dance now and then.
My musical taste is just as varied as anyone else's - but I actually do like country music. Really, in what other genre could they come up with "Save a horse, ride a cowboy"? ;)
Good luck to you in your search, and thanks for reading. :)
