I am woman. Hear me politely ask for what I want. If I do not receive what I want after asking politely, I must decide if what I want is what I need. If it is determined that I need what I want, then I will roar. I like men. I like sports. I like playing sports with men. I like to grind on the dance floor. I also like to grind off the dance floor. Depends on how capable my dance partner is. I'm a professional woman who does well for herself. I tend to gravitate toward those who have jobs and are genuinely interesting people. I like to be romanced as much as the next girl. I like dinner, flowers, walks, etc. I like to dance (if you know who Chromeo is, bonus points right off the bat), shop, watch football (Chiefs fan!), go to baseball games, play soccer in the park, travel...other things that aren't so girly. A relationship would be good, but if it turns out we're better at hot sex, then that's also an acceptable route. But, you really do have to be interesting and worth my time in every aspect.

I'm fairly new to Denver; I moved here from Kansas after transferring here with my job. I'm learning little by little about the city, meeting new people as I go. I bought my new house six months ago in the Congress Park neighborhood.

Writing, kickball, laughing, finishing my beer, travelling aimlessly on small roadtrips, figuring out what it is I want.

My finely shaped eyebrows and eyes.

Art and Fear, Politics of Women's Bodies, Middlesex...Hot Rod, American Beauty, Inception, Lost Boys, Wall Street, My Cousin Vinny, The Darjeeling Limited...Chinese, Mediterranean, Mexican, Italian, Thai.

A pen
Conversation
Perpetual education
Soap
Music
Physical contact

What I can learn from someone today. Be it good, bad, or uninteresting..we can only discover more about our nature by comparing notes with others. Where my career will take me. I think about sex about as many times a day as an average man.

If I'm not writing, I'm out trying to find a show or bar to grace with my presence, or hanging out in front of the liquor store begging for change.

I don't like using the the back pockets of pants.

You're not a total moron, you don't smoke, you're not in the military, a good conversationalist, like to be active, and have talent at something besides ladder ball and squeezing yourself into smedium TapOut shirts. American Eagle/Abercrombie/Guess/Ed Hardy sporters need not apply. If you have white sunglasses, you need not apply. Also, fake ballas, shot callas, or anyone with twenty-inch blades on their Impala need not apply. You must be a proficient English speaker, not have aspirations to be the next great gangsta rappa, and must recognize Charlie Sheen as the greatest example of American douchebaggery. Be sunny!