A lot of things make me want to dance about in my pants in glee:
Being plugged into music and leaving the world behind. Plants. Especially gerbera daisies. Food. Especially Italian and Japanese. Cake. The colours green, blue and yellow. Other colours too. Theme parks. Especially the roller coaster bit. Successful conservation projects. Going to places other people haven't been. Working abroad. Finding pretty rocks on beaches. The ocean. My unloving and socially awkward cat. Every animal known to man. Except wasps. And fleas. The winter months. Especially February. My birthday. However this is changing. I'm getting old now. Numerous other things. We'll defo be here all day.
My incredible eyes.
My fabulously straight teeth.
If desperate for human attention, I quite happily glam up and lovingly abuse the alcohol, club dance floor and nearest humans to me. However, the last time I did this I pretty much broke part of my leg off. Trust me, spending your 25th birthday in a hospital bed waiting for your leg to be screwed back together is not the epitome of a good time. People brought me lots of cake though. Silver lining.
I want to fill a kids swimming pool with blankets and pillows, take it to a secluded cliff top with no light pollution, and star gaze.
Update: I fell down a rabbit hole and landed on top of a barbed wire fence in an attempt to take a photograph of a seal pup from a cliff edge. I'm stupid enough to do it again. I got the photo.
Good hair. Good teeth. Nice smile. Well dressed (if you have the same look as Chuck Bass in Gossip Girl, then I'm already in love with you). Bit of an ego. Slightly arrogant. Good understanding of sarcasm. Taller. Wants to do crazy things, or at least interesting things. Wants to save the world. Likes animals. Manly. Intelligent. Prince Charming with a crown, a horse, a castle and a sword for cutting down zombies.
I understand not all these things are attainable at once.
Hint for you:
I like men to make the first move (a semblance of old fashioned yearning that has been seared into my brain, probably by the numerous movies, books and stories I absorbed throughout my mercilessness teenage years.... tragic, but true).
Send me something interesting/unique/cool/abusive. Or don't. Up to you. If I don't reply, please don't be offended, you're just not the one for me.
Take me star gazing, on a boat, in the Arctic. Or water balling, on a lake, in the US. To an open air movie, in an open top car. To the theatre to watch the ballet. To the top of the Eiffel Tower to gaze upon Paris. On a clear bottomed boat to gaze at the ocean floor. On a small private boat to watch dolphins and whales. On the London eye, at night, in our own private capsule. To the woods for a mud fight. To a pebble beach to collect shells, or the Jurassic Coast to find a dinosaur. To a safari park to watch monkeys rip apart the car. To the coast to eat chips and stare out over the sea. To somewhere secluded to watch a sunset, or a sunrise, or both.
Or anywhere where there is cake.