I'm the one to the side, enjoying the music and a beverage, singing at the top of her lungs to all of the songs she knows, and even the ones she doesn't. My laughter carries over the music in our bubble, and it pulls a grin from your generally stern glaze.
Empty highways speak directly to my soul.
I steal jokes from other people.
My sports affiliations stem to owning a couple of lighters with the names of teams on them.
I regret taking French instead of Spanish in high school; love the language - just wasn't a practical choice.
I care way too much about useless internet karma.
I prefer to be DOING something rather than reading about it.
I have full custody of a new teenager, and I have the whole parenting gig under control.
Dancing is a passion: ballroom, club, line, square - it doesn't really matter what kind.
My analytical and creative sides battle daily for attention. To sate both takes a bit of balance.
I once lost a fight with myself over the proper way to mash potatoes.
I prefer to be polite when playing Cards Against Humanity, and vulgar when playing Apples to Apples.
I drink whiskey unapologetically.
I once had a notion to be a standup comedian, but quickly realized I'm only funny on the fly.
I detest idle chitchat in a message. Woo me with a wall of text, or ask to meet up. Pretend we're old friends and jump into the middle of a conversation. (ps Asking to meet up probably only works if you have a complete profile in which I can gauge interest)