I'm a middle school teacher, but I would be a professional student if I could.
I've lived in many parts of the country--Ohio, Texas, Florida, Wyoming, among others--but somehow I keep finding myself back in New York. Ours is an ever-exciting, sometimes turbulent, occasionally infuriating love-hate relationship.
I yearn for the peace and solitude--and adventure and excitement!--found in the great outdoors. The Tetons are a personal favorite.
I love to laugh. My humor is dry, but plentiful.
I hate whistling. I believe it's only enjoyable for the whistler. (There's a chance that this strong feeling is rooted in trauma suffered during lengthy family car trips.)
I love discovering a charming new restaurant as much as I enjoy sharing a bottle of wine at home.
New York City made me a foodie; Wyoming taught me to appreciate a rare steak.
I'm not a good napper.
I love art, music, and books. I don't own a television.
I add to my bucket list as quickly as I can cross things off.
My closet contains: hiking boots, skis, a wetsuit, a tent, a ratchet set, bear spray, and countless pairs of 4-inch heels.
I am spontaneous--yet responsible.
Gum falls just below whistling.
I have a feverish travel bug. (44 countries, six continents, and counting)
I appreciate returning home. I value family above all else.
I hope to meet someone who is well-rounded--rugged and adventurous, yet sophisticated and ambitious; can wear waders, ski boots, or black tie, occasion permitting; laughs and plays as hard as he works; values kindness, both given and received; is equal parts cool and nerdy.
