I'm homely, stocky, and an ardent procrastinator. i love to look at books, and have color coordinated my bookshelves by the color of the spine. sometimes, i slip a magazine in there if it has a nice thick binding and a color that fits in with my decor. i love desk chairs with wheels, gentlemen who are handy, funny, carnivores, remember to open doors for ladies, and aren't too hairy.
I love to be outside and get dirty. I love headlamps. I have wanted to be a foster parent since I was young. Hopefully i wouldn't get the kind of kid that burns your house down, or bites. i love parades and always cry at them. I love junk food and healthy food. I love the Muppets. Once I went camping with a boyfriend and tried to have camping sex, but it was too cold! Dumb!! I need to try again. And to be honest, I'm not sure I like camping that much. I don't mind peeing in bushes or camp toilets, and I love camp cooking and hiking and dirt and nature and stars, but why do I feel sticky the whole time?
I love karaoke with friends. I even love it with strangers. I once did karaoke in Tokyo, which I imagined would be epic, but i might as well have been in koreatown. It's just the same kind of little room with a large unwieldy karaoke remote control that nobody can figure out. And no country songs! :(
I am looking for a nice fella who loves his family, doesn't spit in front of a lady, is not afraid of bugs (I'm really just looking for a bug squisher), can appreciate good lighting and doesn't agonize too much over his hairdo or outfits. And no douchebag drivers, please! Share the road! Arrive alive.