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Lammergeyer

36 San Diego, CA Woman

Woman

I’m looking for

  • Men
  • Ages 29–42
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My details

Last online
Apr 15
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Other
Height
5′ 9″ (1.75m)
Body type
Average
Diet
Mostly anything
Smokes
No
Drinks
Rarely
Drugs
Never
Religion
Atheism, and laughing about it
Sign
Aries, and it’s fun to think about
Education
Dropped out of university
Job
Other
Income
$20,000–$30,000
Status
Single
Type
Offspring
Has a kid
Pets
Dislikes dogs and dislikes cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), Spanish (Poorly)

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Weirdo with a rockstar baby.

I'm a stabber-in-the-darker, stargazer, stumbler by foot and word, riding my ghetto SUV across the sky to Never Never Land with poor Wendy Darling by the hand, the Lost Boys still make her smile. I'm a total fool listening for your footfall, looking for gold in a bunch of Timexes, freedom-fighting from the proudest part of the city, where the cops drive the wrong way, plotting my Mom response to armed gunmen. Bluebird-chaser turned paper-chaser, shiny-thing dealer, debt-dodger, daydreamer of mountains and sagebrush, painting the owl's eye, selling hats. I was fearless and now I know the fear of the guardian, I was wild and know the burden of wilderness, now I'm lying on the floor still dizzy from the spinning days, overheated by the heater, cold from my own shoulder, arms long enough to reach a key, make a word that turns in the lock, drop through the door in the floor and land in the Foam Rubber Convention, held up by hope, held-up by hope.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Oh Jeebuz. What AM I doing with my life?? I work all de time. But in my head I'm wandering the garden, looking for the break in the shrubbery that leads further into the labyrinth.

I used to make a meager living as a wildlife researcher, now I make a meager living as a freelance middleman, trying to switch to making a meager living as a rockhound, I have no designs on making a good living ever or owning a large home, I think money's greatest purpose might be in purchasing large acreages of natural lands for conservation, otherwise it is for spending. I will never be rich, organized, or interested in mowing the lawn or waxing the floor, I will never have dinner ready or be on time with dry hair to anything. If those are things you require from a partner you'll have to look elsewhere, I've tried to be that person but she's someone else.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Wouldn't you like to know ;) Well. I'm pretty good at wildlife photography and leatherwork. But I'm really good at identifying plants and judging chickens. Oh yes. I have a great future in judging chickens. Actually I was once a certified hedgehog judge. Suck on that. Consider yourself judged my little hedgehog.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
What you'll probably notice is a tall knock-kneed lady, with a 2-year-old that staggers about screaming "Monsterrrr!", at which point you override your natural instinct to run and instead strike up a half-hearted conversation while making a mental note to delete your OkC profile as soon as you get home so this never happens again.

I've noticed most profiles include some glowing account ripped from the compliment of a friend. The compliments of friends is a tried and true way to woo so I should include some. I've been described as stubborn, willful, very stubborn, and strong-willed. My english professor said she wished she could have a pocket version of me to carry with her always (for comic relief, not grammar skillz). My brother once said I looked like Nicholas Cage, and since he was obsessed with the guy at the time I think it was an attempt at flattery, bro-style. My ex said I was his Mother Teresa (this was later recanted and replaced with a more colorful and accurate description). Mark is the only person who reads all this crap and whose name I should simply replace with "you" so, You once said I was a mythological creature and I think that may have been my favorite compliment ever. But if not the most flattering the most true is what my dearly beloved friend Dylan wrote, he is no longer here to throw out flowery compliments but he knew me best of all:
"But sometimes I am convinced you a wonderful person and that's all you need to know. Or if not wonderful then good. And if not good then decent. And if not that then you a person. And that's enough. God, that has to be enough. "
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Books...The Little Prince, Cormac McCarthy, Sherman Alexie, Alice Fulton, Isabel Allende. Movies....The Princess Bride, The Thin Red Line, The Tiger and the Snow, Machete, Bandits, Banditas, The Last Unicorn, Die Hardest, Amelie, Moon, No Country for Old Men, LA Story, True Grit, anything with Clint Eastwood, Monty Python, And Hable Con Ella. Music, Jarabe de Palo, Okkervil River, Willie Nelson, Mayte Martin, Mickey 3d, Franco Battiato, Shearwater, Matthew Good, John Denver, Ani DiFranco, Lyle Lovett, everything else good. Food....Indian and authentic Western Mexican and sushi, but I could eat plain spaghetti with parsely and parmy every day and be very satisfied.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Music is my crutch, truck is my steed, love is my motive, baby is the Batman to my Robin, beyond that some friends and a pencil and a knife would keep me happy.

Oh and I can't count.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
rent.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
working.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
My trusty companions told me that I was divulging much-unneeded and disturbing information in this section so I'll leave more to question. But I just can't! I'll summarize: When you're learning to breastfeed in public, someone, somewhere, is gonna see some titty. I gave up worrying about it long before this actually happened. I have not privacy, and my boundaries are loosely drawn somewhere near or slightly outside of what local law enforcement actually enforces.

Fun facts time!!
I once had an endangered lizard in my pants. Really.

I once lived in a place where the only cell phone reception was at the entrance to an active bat cave so friends and family got used to me saying "I'll have to call you back, bats."

One time I pulled over to give a wolf a ride. Turned out it didn't need one, maybe because it wasn't domestic. I'm still not sure but, in retrospect, it might not have been my greatest plan.

The first time I went to Madrid I had blue hair and cowboy boots and my best Carhart jeans, because I wanted to look nice but figured the city people would be totally down with colored hair because to me, the city was Seattle. My bad.

One of my most boring jobs included driving on piles of bombs.

One time I accidentally camped on an armadillo den. That was confusing for everyone.

I've been to the Testical Festival. I didn't eat the food.

I traveled from Florida to NYC to South Texas to San Francisco to Seattle with a singing cricket in my pocket. I did get some looks during a party but the music was just loud enough...

Things I've done for money include selling paintings on the sidewalk, shearing sheep, counting birds in the rain, wading through alligator-infested water, walking on bombs of course, walking the Oregon Trail, climbing trees, climbing cliffs, falling off cliffs, making dog collars, driving a swamp buggy, judging hedgehogs, photographing swimsuit models, photographing javelinas, sorting medical records of the deceased, killing weeds, making t-shirts, selling greeting cards, hiking in gorgeous places, thrift shopping, kayaking, sorting worms in mud, getting chased by hawks, shoveling shit at a raw milk dairy, driving through a lot of rivers, walking in a lot of rivers, spending entirely too much time on the Internet, sniffin' posies, collecting squirrel turds, staring at the sky, digging post holes, writing a poem, experimenting on baby fish, teaching kids, backpacking dirt, and hunting for colored eggs.

This one time I was driving down a bumpy dirt road listening to Celia Cruz sing A Lo Loco with a 4-foot rattlesnake in the back of the truck and I realized that my life was a little loco.
You should message me if
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You have the body of a pirate and the mind of a bluebird.
You want to share a deep connection and speak without judgement and laugh during sex.
You can be kind and enjoy couch conversation or road trips to loud music.
You want a best friend. Or, you already have a best friend who is at least as awesome as you and also wants another best friend. You will note that this math equates to 2 best friends or 3 best friends, but is not equal to 2 best friends and Yoko.
You can enjoy dark twisted humor but abhor violence.
If you are extremely intelligent and intuitive disregard all of the above and contact me so we can finally have a decent conversation.