I love to travel but I don't get to do it enough. This has been an excellent year for travel but pretty lousy in all other respects.
I like almost all types of movies, and a few TV shows, including Game of Thrones.
I love what I do. Unless I could write or travel full-time, I would never stop teaching.
I don't use abbreviations in texts. Or anywhere really.
I once had a terrifying experience while meteor hunting. It involved wild animals (including a goose) and possible cult members.
I have a French friend who yells at me for not speaking French with him; if I know the word for cucumber I have enough vocabulary, he claims.
I need to get out more.
I used to love being alone, but now I'm ready to find the right guy (or a succession of the wrong guys but who are good guys, just not the right ones for me). I want to waltz on an outdoor dance floor. I want to visit Prague. I want to jump out of a plane. I want to see an Olympic event live. I want to take a 3-month roadtrip on the Pan-American Highway, from Prudhoe Bay to Argentina. I want to spend an entire American summer in Australia.
I'm not ordinary, and I'm looking for an extraordinary guy.
Reading poetry aloud
Getting rid of clutter
Driving out of my way to bring you a cupcake if you're having a bad day.
You keep creeping my profile and haven't contacted me.
You can handle a smart woman; not all men can.
You like to sing in the car.
You would like to go up in a hot-air balloon.
You love dogs.
You know the difference between discrete and discreet.
You enjoy driving out into the country for meteor showers.
You're 30 or over.
You're a feminist.
You're not racist.