Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Today's announcement: The show I was in -- has ended its run. I am
in the vicinity of bereft ... but I am welcoming back my life (4-5
rehearsals a week can have an impact on one's life, social and
On the plus side (theatrically for me, that is), you can see
quite clearly at the end of episode 5 (season 3) -- of House of
Cards. It's the 4th of July on the Mall scene ...
Gentlemen, I am begging you: PROOFREAD WHAT YOU WRITE. I just saw
someone looking for a "secial" woman.
New species, perhaps?
Also, I keep seeing men request that women be able to participate
in a conversation. And I ask myself: Is that request really
necessary? Are men hearing from women so lacking in brain
capability that the men now have to specify the ability to
Last, a reiteration of my old plea. Men, if I write to you and you
have zero interest in me or anything I've written about, please be
courteous enough to write back saying "no thanks." And if you're
not going to do that, I suggest you delete from your profile the
part where you say "I will absolutely answer every e-mail I
And we now return you to our regularly scheduled, um, text.
Triathlete. Yes indeedy. The 2015 season is more than halfway over.
Next tri is in DC. Then Chicago. Then ... sigh ... done for
Once -- and future -- criminologist.
Actress. Well, "actor." We're all apparently politically correct
now. Only comedy, though. Prefer the stage. Of late, an extra on
House of Cards (as mentioned above) and VEEP.
Sister, daughter, friend, and one of the world's best aunts.
Lover. Um, I'm thinking this requires no explanation.
Book reader. Mysteries, spy stuff. Adding non-fiction.
Nearly non-TV watcher.
Cannot abide dull and boring. Those qualities -- and I use the word
very lightly -- rank right up there as things I abhor -- but still
fall underneath -- bullies.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
My becoming a widow meant I had another chance at living my life --
really living it.
So now, I am trying to wrest from life all that's available to me,
and, oh, while I'm at it, some of what's available to others who
aren't bothering to avail themselves of it. Seeing as it's
basically left over ... Waste not, want not, right?
And when I compete in triathlons, I am veering (only very slightly)
toward prideful when they mark my left calf with my age. The smug
factor is elevated as I bike (and frequently run) past women 20 and
30 years younger than me. And many men ...
So what am I doing with my life? All I can, every day. And then
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Wasting inordinate amounts of time. Lately, with 2 Dots.
Updating this profile so it gets excerpted. See: above.
Making people laugh. Hmmm, would that I have done that
Acting. As in performing on a stage vs. pretending to be something
or someone I'm not in real life. That I don't do.
Being a friend.
Not cleaning my house. I am really soooo good at this, it's nearly
embarrassing. Ah well, work to one's strengths, I always say ...
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I have no idea. Sometimes people say ... I thought you'd be taller.
Now, whether they noticed this first ... let me return full circle
to: I have no idea.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
My favorite book, far and away and always, is Catch-22.
When I was a young girl it was Gone With the Wind. Almost doesn't
bear mentioning, except it was really long and I read it four times
in a row. Never could understand why Scarlett wasted a second on
wimpy Ashley Wilkes, but that's just me.
And do consider reading Sex At Dawn. It's not porn (!) -- it's an
incredibly, comprehensively, and nearly unbelievably well
researched book on why monogamy is not what humans are wired for --
and how it (monogamy) is an externally applied construct based on a
series of invalid premises.
Movies. Casablanca. Children of Paradise. Hmmm. Ought I move ahead
a few decades? Ok then. Sherlock Holmes. Robert Downey is an
astonishing actor. And if you haven't already seen it (yes, I'm
years behind on this one), Bad Santa. Oh, watch it twice.
Music. Classic rock -- and Broadway musicals. I know, I know, it's
one irresistible combination.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Sundaes. Chocolate chip ice cream and hot fudge sauce. That's it.
No whipped cream, no anything else. And more sauce on the side. Of
late, I had added a little variability, choosing Starbucks' Java
Chip instead of chocolate chip. But -- oh the horror -- Starbucks
has apparently ceased making that product. I am sincerely
Exercise/training/working out. To be a little more specific,
swimming, biking, running -- and now weight training. Do note how
conveniently the first three fit into the exact events in a
triathlon. What a lucky break ......
My family, which includes my cats. If you're allergic or just can't
abide the concept of someone loving pets, then this [for me] would
come under the category of what therapists call "good information."
This [for you] would have you pass me by. So, good all round on
Salty/crunchy food. Mmmm ... buttered popcorn.
The very close interaction of men and women.
Yes, yes, these collective responses add up to more than six. Yeah,
I'm cheating. Or I don't like rules. Well, both.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
... what tomorrow will bring.
... what does one really have to do (and how does one do it) to get
a SAG card?
... if the ugliness that passes for legislating on Capitol Hill
will ever diminish, and if people will ever again be able to say
either what they think or the truth without there being a massive,
24-hour media backlash. AND whether certain people on the
right-hand side of the ledger might consider having facts to back
up those things they blithely say -- and assert -- as truths.
... if anyone who writes about politics for a living doesn't feel
some level of "has the world gone mad" in covering the minutiae of
who tweeted what when. At times, through their own tweets. And the
music goes round and round ......
... if 60 really IS the new 40, and, somewhat related, whether
Cougar will once again become just the name of a large cat.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
... noting how I lose track of which day is which since I'm now a
freelance writer/editor -- and days just meld. Or meeting a friend
for dinner. Or ushering at a theater. Or on a date. But oh me oh
my, sometimes those dates do not work out at all. Not. At. All. I
am, however, in the process of firing my screener over those.
*** Um, this is a joke. Thought I'd forestall any comments along
the lines of -- she has a screener??!!?
You think I don't need to qualify this? Well, all I can say is --
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
... is ... nothing. I don't know if you've noticed, but we're not
exactly in private eyes-only land here.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
... well, if you like what I wrote and/or you like what I look
like. I mean, why else would you contact me?
But do let me add ... I am not on this site looking for a penpal. I
have limited free time, and I don't enjoy chatting online solely to
chat. It's that whole means/ends thing, and for me, communicating
online is just the means to meeting -- which, if you're still
paying attention, is the aforementioned "ends."
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