My female cat (not a euphemism) is named after a male Batman villain. In my defense, I didn't know she was a chick when I met her. I stand by the name, dammit.
I ride my bike to work, lift weights three times a week, and spend my weekends in the woods. I have fantasies involving kayak ownership. I have a wish list of camping supplies, sorted in order of priority. I'm in possession of a ridiculously large workout wardrobe and a very muddy pair of hiking boots.
I take pride in my appearance. I'm constantly changing up my look and I love fashion. You don't have to love fashion with me. You don't have to change your look with me. Just be prepared for me to look different... often
I own an obscene amount of prescription eyeglasses. Like... a lot. If you get to know me well enough, you can typically tell my mood by which glasses I'm wearing.
I'm developing a love-affair with lipstick. It's still relatively new and we're sort of feeling each other out... but there's a mutual attraction there. I think we're gonna ditch the casual thing and give this relationship a real try.
I'm afraid of animatronic dinosaurs and obsessed with abandoned theme parks.