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've recently become obsessed with rock climbing. I'm at Rock Ventures 2 times a week (would love to go more often if I could find a willing partner...), covered in chalk and grunting my way up the walls in running tights and no makeup. I wake-up early every morning to walk or run. Weather permitting, I hike or kayak or do some distance cycling. I love being outdoors, and will engage in any activity that keeps me there.
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.