Well. .Lets see. Like everyone else in the world that’s resorted to online dating sites I'm tired of the usual bar scene. And the grocery store! What is with CRAZY men strolling up to me in the grocery store asking me totally random questions trying to pick me up? I digress...Like everyone else on God's green earth I like movies. Like most women, I'm a professional athlete in the competitive sport of shopping. Add dinner, wine, and Starbucks to the list of usual hobbies that I have as well. I'm not sure what I'm looking for, but that’s ok. I'll know it when i see it. Obviously I'm looking for a relationship, but I'm not looking for Mr. Right in Front of Me so I'll take him because he's the only one there. Because he's not the only act in town. I want Mr. Right and the only way you know who he is, is to meet every single Mr. Wrong out there in the world. And if you are Mr. Wrong for Me, that’s ok. I’m a big girl. And if I’m not Ms. Right for You, I’m not going to cry or lay down and die. My taste in music gives most people aneurisms. I'm sarcastic. I like to think I'm witty, and clever, defiantly charming. I like to go out and have fun. I like to curl up on the couch with a good book. I'm the world’s worst bowler and the only thing worse than my bowling skills are my mini golf skills. Maybe my pool skills…I really have no hand eye coordination. But I’m ok with that. If you accept that, things can go a lot smoother if you try to involve me with said activities. Send me a message. What's the worst that could happen?

Something light, low key. Dinner. Coffee. Ice cream. Something where you can have a conversation and enjoy each other's company. Dates are nerve-wracking enough. Save the creativity for when you get to know the person and are comfortable enough with them to enjoy the moment.