I’m feisty, but not short. (Have you ever noticed how usually only short people are described as feisty?) I thoroughly enjoy spirited conversation and competition. I enjoy games and sports of all kinds and anything that provides an opportunity for banter and good-natured ribbing. I think that smart phones should be checked at the door of all bars. There’s *something* about beer that makes groups of people want to argue, passionately, with ever-increasing volume and animation, for hours about something like who the fourth Highwayman was. Even if I know you’re right, I’m the girl that will use grand hand gestures and circus-like facial contortions to try to convince you that you’re wrong, just because I love the spectacle of a good bar argument. Oh really? Kris Kristofferson? You don’t say. If I *really* wanted to know, don’t you think I would just look it up on my *own* phone? On a related note, I’m kind of full of shit a lot of the time. I want someone who will call me on it, and challenge me, and who will be OK with being challenged.
I’m a native Minnesotan. I did tours of service in Fort Collins, Colorado (grad school) and Washington, DC (mid-20s NGO leapfrogger). I’ll let you infer all of my stereotypical interests and activities….you won’t be wrong. But I’m so much more than a walking urban progressive cliché! I swear! Though <*ahem*> if I may…my townie bike (pictured) is super awesome and I would love it if I met someone who enjoys using their bike as a means of transport sometimes, particularly on beautiful summer evenings, because, seriously, riding bikes with friends (or *special* friends) on a nice night is just about the most fun this gal can have.
Also, I like beards. Rawr.