I am a woman scorned, scarred, weak, and vulnerable. Over the years I’ve grown strong willed, determined, cautious, and maybe even a bit callous. My heart demands a bit of that. Whether I intend to or not, I never do anything halfway. I'm still Mom, Dad, Extended Family, Breadwinner, Housewife, and Handy Man all rolled into one. It wears me out, but I'm probably the strongest person you'll ever have the good fortune of meeting. Only 9 more years till I have a kidless home! Here's hoping, anyway. :P
After all life's lessons, I have learned nothing and more than I ever wanted to know. But a few things I look for in a man . . . Not prone to anger. Sympathetic and giving. Highly intelligent with a proficiency in grammar. (I was an English major back in the day) Hardworking to a fault, yet fiercely family oriented. Extremely sensitive while taking life's battles with a grain of salt. Dark hair, blue eyes has always been my favorite. ;) I'm flexible, but I'm not about to uproot life for someone I'm not attracted to in every way.
As to what I am not looking for: someone to split bills with or a houseman. Please, if you are married or separated, do not message me. Cowboys, chest bumping testosterone filled boys - not really gonna have a great chance. Lifetime students or "in the restaurant business" - I'm past that stage and I require job security comparable to my own. I tend to prefer older men, but I'm not ready for 50's bracket, sorry.
As for me, well . . .I've been the good Christian and the black sheep. I've been a musician and an excellent dart player, dabbled in Feng Shui, listened to angry girl music and Blues music, played Mozart and written poetry, watched Numbers, Sherlock Holmes, and the Food Network. (I cook almost every night.) I'm outspoken, yet quiet: empathetic with a sense of Entitlement; gentle, but unrelenting, and I am always giving too much of myself. I want someone to finally meet me halfway.
I am passionate about everything, good or bad. More than most, I feel the way everything in life goes hand in hand, and the motion of the journey leaves me in awe.
I am waiting for that moment when a 10 word message leads to a conversation that never ends . . .when every word is a morsel to be devoured, and every thought makes my heart pump. When I am enveloped as a completely human being - nothing less, and nothing more. Loved, yes . . .but also kept.