I'm a Michigan transplant by way of Oakland, having been in Southern California for all of one week at the time of this update. I spent the last year an a half getting paid to drive and then smash cars I will likely never be able to afford to own. Which is fine, because I popped some badges before I left.
I moved for a position which will allow me to wear heels to work instead of safety shoes and skirts instead of dickies. I'm keeping the steel toes and boots, but excited for the change.
While I'll be joining you on the highways occasionally, I still much prefer bicycle commuting. Please, everyone use your turn signals and watch out for me and my biking buddies. It would suck if we meet by that kind of accident.
When not working or otherwise obligated to be somewhere, I prefer to find myself with a heart raised in downward dog, hands wrapped around a bell, bar, or barbell, cold feet warmed by slapping pavement, core challenged to keep hips in close on walls peppered with plastic. I'm on a self-imposed mission to find the best cigar (LFD Camaroon Cabinet is currently in the lead), the most decadent chocolate (TCHO milk), the most voluptuous glass of red wine (the jury is still out), and the best Mexican joint within stumbling distance (Which apparently, according to my palate, is in Michigan. Don't judge me.). All this to say that I am, a busy kid. Out of necessity and choice, I go full force pretty much until I collapse.
If you're looking for the girlfriend that comes home at the same time every night, is available for dinner/movie/dancing three nights a week and two weekends a month, I am not her. I'm probably still at work when you're eating, and I might not be in the state on the weekends. However, if you're looking for a kick ass girl to hang out with occasionally and maybe get jiggy with it (if the stars align), I just may be her.
It's mentioned below, but I'll mention it here, too. I'm non-monogamous. I don't know if my definition of poly is the same as your definition of poly, but I'm pretty sure that I don't fit most definitions of monogamous. I'm not looking for a random hookup, and I'm not looking to join a couple. I think I'm probably somewhere in the middle.
My iPod is a never ending work in progress. I love to write, but tend to do more thinking about writing than actual writing. I climb rocks and swing dance for fun. I also make magnets and knit and/or crochet. I'm currently good at making straight lines, with little to no intricate patterns; I'm a forever beginner.
I contradict myself quite often. I love thrift store shopping, and thoroughly enjoy a good purge. I'm lightly pierced and somewhat tattooed and enjoy other...alternative activities. But nothing illegal.
I'm not here to find my future husband. I'm not here to find the person I'll spend the rest of my life with. I'm here to, at best, make some friends. If more develops, awesome. If not, that's fine too because I'll perv on your profile either way.
I'm attracted to older men (>35 ish, <48 ish), and although I'm not opposed to getting to know someone my age (<35), I'm not likely to go into it looking for more than friendship. I consider myself non-monogamous. Not full on poly, not looking for a "family," but I do see myself dating and being involved with more than one person. Heads up.
I know how to work on cars but very very rarely do so. I'm borderline vegan and love to cook and bake.
I also appreciate good grammar. While I realize that no one is perfect and typos do happen and whatnot, if you don't know the difference between two too and to, or between their there and they're, I might have a hard time making it through your email. I'm also not too keen on 'lol-speak.' At least I think that's what it's called. If you drop all vowels and are always rotflyao, or lol at everything, I'm definitely going to have a hard time getting to the end of your message. Sorry, but 'tis true.