To be who you are not is to waste who you are.

For those of you who are unsure, this is NOT www.plentyofass.com!

Thanks for taking the time to check out my profile! Originally, I am from Virginia Beach, VA but now reside in Las Vegas. I am college educated and work for a Search Engine Optimization firm as its Research and Sales manager. If I had to use only one word to describe myself, it would be "genuine." Or maybe "sarcastic." Hmmmmmmmmm.......that's a really tough call!

Some things about me:
I talk too much, stay up too late, hate shopping, have a sarcastic sense of humor, trained for the 1980 Olympics in swimming, think kissing is a lost art, want to learn Latin/Ballroom dancing, won't miss an episode of "House" or "Boston Legal," swear like a sailor, love boxing, je parle francais un peu, and enjoy anything that has to do with trivia.

My turn ons: men who are confident (but not arrogant), intelligent, have a good sense of humor, have strength of character, are respectful towards women, and can deliver a kiss that leaves me breathless!



My pet peeve is the misuse of "he (or she) and I" and "me and him (or her)." Also, misusing "there," "their," and "they're." Random, I know, but it grates on my ears like fingernails on a chalkboard! I used to be a high school English teacher, so call it a post occupational hazard!

I have developed another pet peeve while on this site, and that is guys who want to meet over coffee. It is reminiscent of a date one might have in an assisted living facility or an old folks' home. Yeah, I am aware that meeting for coffee gives the appearance of innocence and comfort......but let's be real. That is so cliche`. You can be a little more creative than that!

I have no expectations about this site.....meeting people here is as good a place as any, I suppose. If I make some new friends,great! If I meet someone special.....that's fine, too. I am neither looking for Mr. Right nor Mr Right Now. However, I don't even want to talk to Mr Wrong!
If you are on this site trying to get more ass than a toilet seat, then please move on!
The last guy that I thought was my knight in shining armor was really just a loser in aluminum foil!

If you'd like, you can check out my page on the "other site"......display name Sin City Girl 007
www.my space.com/sincitygirl02

I would prefer to go somewhere really expensive to eat, have the guy claim he forgot his wallet and leave me to pay an exorbitant check. Then we would, at his insistence, go listen to an atrocious '80s cover band, during which time he leaves me alone at the table so he can talk to his mother on his cell phone.

He is gone just long enough for me to realize that I prefer to listen to the sounds of the low rent band with the blown speakers and fading microphone while I drink my watered down martini as the bartender with the beer gut ogles me (because I am the first woman he has ever seen in here with all her teeth) rather than hear my date's incessant whining. Unfortunately, he returns and informs me that we must leave......together.

Without being told, I instinctively know that we are headed to his mother's house (which happens to be on his block) because he "hasn't seen her since lunch."

Here, she proceeds to tell him that I am far too independent and that a "nice girl" would know better than to speak before spoken to and wouldn't dress like "the neighborhood tramp."

At the end of the night, he calls me a cab because the dessert we had at his mother's house triggered his IBS, and she is fearful to have her darling son drive too far, lest he should develop an "intestinal mishap."


Hell....who am I kidding? I would be thrilled if he weren't a weirdo of some sort, because apparently, I am a certified jackass magnet,which is primarily the reason I am single.
If a jackass crosses the boundaries of this county, he will zero in on me with unbelievably accurate radar.

I meet men who SAY they want to meet a cool chick to hang out with, but what they REALLY mean is "I am looking to get laid tonight. I don't care if you have the IQ of a Tickle Me Elmo doll or if you are a candidate for the Nobel Prize for literature....I just want some ass."

Most of my dates are spent wishing I had worn body armor of some sort and fending off awkwardly groping hands, as if I were on a date with a prepubescent horny sixth grader who has only seen women in magazines and his imagination. I am so ready to come home from a date that is comparable to something other than a drive-by colonoscopy. I haven't given up hope.......yet!
My quintessential evening would end with my hoping for a second date!

A little sidebar to the hyper sensitive guys who message me because they think that I am a man basher or too cynical or a "glass half empty" kind of girl, and apparently I have offended them......
I love men.....just not all of them.
I consider myself a realist, not a cynic.
And whether I consider a glass to be half empty or half full....well, that would depend directly on what's in the glass in question!
By the way, if you have the presence of mind to realize that my profile was written to illicit laughter, then kudos to you!!!