I like long walks on the beach with no shoes on after a romantic sunset dinner for two? I'm pretty, I'm fun, I'm pretty fun? I love to laugh?
Let's see. Okay, in all seriousness. I work in a vet clinic after being a nanny for years. I went to court reporting school and got up to typing a whopping 200 wpm until I got the chops to admit I hated it and leave. I am a trained labor and postpartum doula -- sort of a childbirth helper lady and a support after baby comes. I love it, but home girl needs a more steady gig so I work in a vet clinic. I am going back to school next semester because real girls get educated -- and drive a standard transmission. I like men who can drive a standard too...you never know when a woman is going to be in labor and the ONLY car available will be a manual. Right? (Did y'all get that from your parents? The oh-my-stars emergency with the only thing standing between you and life itself being first gear?) While I'm not vain and new-car loving, I did spend a lot of time in Dallas traffic commuting to and from school and noticing all the cars around me. I now know them all by their symbols and beginning to differentiate my body style. (Weird the things one picks up!) I digress.
What do I enjoy? I'm a fan of naps and a champion at my craft. I also really like singing loudly in my car where no one can hear me -- don't crush my dream, I know my car isn't soundproof. The horror of leaving the music on, stepping out of the car, shutting the door, and realizing you can hear the song (and no doubt your own enthusiastic interpretation) clear as day is a sobering experience, but not one that will dampen my spirits. I don't, however, sing or hum in the greeting card aisle because that's irritating.
I'm generally willing to try anything once -- sometimes even a second time to give it a fair shake. Some things I don't seem to enjoy no matter how many chances are as follows: Peas and tomatoes. Frisbee golf. Dentists. I love Indian food, real conversation complete with laughter and tears, ordering drive-thru food in an accent, and not taking life too seriously when I can.
I'm on LDS singles not because I have one eyebrow, speak fluent Klingon (or even a little Klingon), or harvest belly lint to make pillows for the homeless -- I'm here because a friend and I thought it would be a good idea around 1:00am to make me a profile. It'd be great to meet someone who will never cook anything with peas; who knows when to laugh and when to cry; who won't blow our cover in the drive-thru; has a firm testimony and is committed to the gospel; and can be the macaroni to my cheese for time and all eternity.