Well I don't know about you, but I find this online thing is a trip. I will not and cannot take it too seriously. And that does not mean I don't take relationships seriously, because I most certainly do...when they get serious. Until then, I'm pretty much goofing off. I have paid my online dues now.

I am a silly lady. I laugh at stupid things on a daily basis that most people just don't get. I would like to someday settle down with a truck driver. I want to travel around in a semi, eat junk food, and wear flannel shirts.

I'd also like to buy a convertible and hire a Mariachi band to play in the back seat while I drive around to flea markets.

I am not impressed by rank, income, job title. I am impressed by someone with a big heart, a friendly smile, a gentle touch, a hearty laugh, and most of their teeth. I like to look at the sky. I take five minutes several times a week to either watch the sunset or sunrise. I like to take drives in the country with no specific destination and sing at the top of my lungs. Sometimes...when I am all alone, I make faces at myself in the mirror. I like to talk to myself, because I am a very good listener. I milk this life for all it's worth. I don't sweat the small stuff.

Where are you my smiling, flannel shirt wearing, happy go lucky man?

p.s...you get much extra bonus points if you play in a Mariachi band.

My dream date would start out in a wig shop. A gal has to know what her date would look like with Gene Simmons hair doesn't she? Then it would be fun to go get pedicures together, perhaps with our new wigs on. Now that our toes are pretty, it's off to McDonalds to try out that delicious new sandwhich everyone is raving about. From there we could go to the local coffee/book store, load up on caffeine, head straight for the humor section, and check out The Far Side so I can show my date my impression of a hyena. The perfect end to my dream date would be a spitball fight in the parking lot. I would win!!!!