I’m an overly educated kid-free tattooed Agnostic vegetarian born and raised in Texas. I also just turned 47 and I’m not quite sure how the h*** that math happened, but it has, and I’m here, and it’s a good place to be. I love my dogs, my friends, the people I work with. I love my job, my career. I wake up each day excited to get there and do the stuff I do then get home and do what I do at home. Could be Netflix, jigsaw puzzles, tearing something down, or building something up.
I’m average. I have an average life. I own a car and house, and have dogs that poop. I pay bills, do chores, read books, muck about in the yard. I love to eat and cook and nap and eat again. This sums it up. Nothing fancy, nothing idealistic. I own my own shit, negotiate interest rates like a pro and have little debt. I may not retire until I’m 75 for the sheer fact that my life goal is to be of service. Novel idea, I know, but it’s not all about me, or you.
I’m a f****** adult. Not sure how that happened either, but it has. I don’t drop everything to travel spontaneously every weekend. I don’t have an endless stream of photos of me drinking in bars. Been there, done that. Travel gets planned; going out, like ice cream, is a treat not a habit. This means that first long drink of an ice cold Shiner along with a big bowl of homemade gumbo on a hot Texas day while chilling with my best friend and surveying my kingdom from the back porch is one of life’s precious moments. Mostly I like to sleep my 9 hours and coo sweetly to my two four-legged loves.
I weigh anywhere between 110 and 120 on any given day depending on how much I eat and was stick thin for so long, this mini-muffintop ain’t going nowhere anytime soon. I’m okay with that. I’m me and looking for a guy who is his own person and not owned by extreme conformity and social norms. Someone who says, “come on, put your cold-ass feet on me, I’ll warm you up” and respects me enough to take out the trash if it’s full without being asked, massage my neck when I have an allergy headache, lay on the couch when he’s sick and act like a big 'ol baby so I’ll bring him soup, because I will. I will spoil the right guy to no end and when he spoils me I’ll say thank you, and mean it, because the thrill of chivalry and adoration is not dead, and I will not settle for less.
