Like most women, I’m full of contradictions: I’m an avid environmentalist, yet I can’t seem to withstand the allure of a diesel truck mud bog race. I crave the outdoors and being active, yet I often fall victim to an all day movie marathon accompanied by delivery pizza. I would gladly live out of a suitcase if it meant I could travel the world, yet carving out a home in St. Augustine has taught me the comfort of having roots. I’m stubbornly independent, yet I still go weak in the knees for a kiss on my forehead or a touch on the small of my back. I am often epically inappropriate, can drink most people under the table (thank you Irish heritage), and cuss like a sailor, yet I can still stop traffic in a little black dress. Moral of the story, I have an appetite for life. I love traveling, meeting new people, challenging myself, learning new skills, and being awed by nature and new ideas. I have no particular talents, but I am profoundly curious. Don’t get me wrong I work very hard, but when I leave the office it's my time.
I want someone that challenges me: physically, intellectually, spiritually. I believe that everyone should be vigilant about keeping their own fire alive, but sometimes there is nothing more exhilarating than being with someone that pushes you past what you thought you were capable of. If I have one more conversation about where I grew up or what my major was in college, I’ll throw up. I want someone to surprise me, be spontaneous, embrace randomness; ask me if I pee in the shower or bet me our next round of drinks that you’ll kick my butt in a foot race to the end of the block. There are so many mediocre things in the world, dating shouldn’t be one of them.
