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I recently moved back to Boston to recharge my batteries after finishing grad school. You would never guess that I have a PhD in chemistry just by looking at or talking to me. I have a bubbly, animated, and expressive disposition. I wear make up, like shopping and dressing up, and was a regular at frat parties during college. I also know how to chop wood, fix stuff around the house, use a soldering iron, etc. And probably better so than most of you.
Depending on others makes me anxious. My mother says I'll never get married. But she's old fashioned and supports the traditional gender roles, so what does she know? If I prove her wrong, I'll probably be the one cooking and cleaning anyway because I have yet to meet a man who knows how to bake bread and whose hygiene is up to my standards. If I end up a spinster, it'll only be because I will not have met a man confident enough in his masculinity to indulge my independence. So, if you are uncomfortable letting me carry half of our grocery bags into the house or if opening the door for me makes you feel manly, then you and I will not be compatible.
Ironically, I still don't know how to drive. But don't worry - if we decide to get together, I would rather spend 2 hours on the T to meet you halfway than have you drive for 20 minutes to meet me near my place.
I am assertive. If we happened to be in the same room, I would probably get to you before you even had a chance to decide on one of your pickup lines. People say I'm flirtatious. A colleague once told me that I "got game" after he observed me "hitting on" some guy at a bar. I got game? I don't really know what that means. But yes, I approach guys that I find attractive. Because possible rejection doesn't scare me. My self-worth is defined by so much more than a random guy's reciprocation.
I tend to be naive and suck at reading people, but I have a knack for opening them up. I attribute the latter to being nonjudgmental. To each his own, as long as nobody is getting hurt, right?
I played sports in high school, but you're probably better than me at this point. I exercise but would not do it with you. I prefer running and hiking alone. I once climbed the highest mountain in the Los Angeles county and thought I was going to die. I would do it again in a heartbeat.
I became a naturalized US citizen last year, although I've lived here since 1996. Four years of my childhood were spent in a town under siege, during which my father was killed by a piece of shrapnel. My brother and I were one of those kids you see on TV running after UN convoys. Since 1996, my focus has been on getting an education and making sure that my mom didn't work three jobs for nothing. So when you tell me about your family's summer vacations and all the trips you've taken around the world or about your skiing, skydiving, and snorkeling hobbies, don't be surprised if I look at you in wonder without the ability to relate. I'll probably ask you to tell me all about those things, and while your stories will be awe-invoking, they won't impress me because my interest lies in your character not your adventures.
I've dated enough to know what I want in a relationship and the kind of quirks I'm willing to tolerate. At the very core, I just want to elegantly intertwine with another human being and click with him on all levels (physical, intellectual, emotional, and spiritual).
You should contact me if you are taller and older than me, you have a college degree, and if you have even the slightest appreciation for a beautiful piece of prose such as this summary ;) For those of you who are intimidated by it, please know that the most common adjective I've heard people utter when referring to me is 'sweet'. So relax and hit me up.
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