"Bama Girl" at heart. I suppose that means that: (1) I still have a Southern accent, and (2) I'm more likely to appreciate men whose mothers have raised them right (and it took). Of course, that doesn't mean that I'm all about white gloves and high tea, but I can raise one eyebrow two inches higher than the other, which can be remarkably effective in conveying...just about anything.
Actually, I'm an odd mix of "girly" and "not so girly" - love to
cook, but not so fond of fancy dinners (I've got enough of that at work); love my creature comforts, but still love being on the shooting range (fyi: loading a magazine can be hell on your manicure); I enjoy engaging in informed debate, but will hurt myself laughing at Monty Python or the 3 Stooges.
And there are times my girlfriends actually despair of me: I'm on
time, I hate shopping, and I'd rather stick a fork in my eye than
endure unnecessary drama (so, yup - I hate "reality" tv). I've been told I'm a pretty tough sell, but if you make me laugh, you're