I wanna talk about me
I solve crossword puzzles in my spare time. I cheat at crosswords when I get tired or bored or just don’t know the answer. My favorite place to be is wrapped in a quilt. My cat is one of my best friends, but I like dogs, too. I wish coffee didn’t stain teeth and invite dehydration, ‘cause then I’d drink a steady flow. Whole milk is my favorite but I drink 2% because I’m afraid my metabolism will slow down someday. I’m kind of a hypochondriac. My inner monologue is constant and, I think, rather entertaining. I like to be told bedtime stories and to have my hand held. I sleep with a teddy bear. I’m a mix of Monica Geller, Kathleen Kelly and Sally Allbright… or at least I like to think so, because they’re my favorite fictional characters. I love cheesy musicals and sometimes pretend the leading man is singing about me. I can be slightly narcissistic. I like pink but prefer to surround myself with earth tones. I love orange, even though it reminds me of Auburn, Florida, Miami and Tennessee. I wish I were more spontaneous. I’m a daydreamer. I love road trips and long conversations with friends. I can have an adventure without leaving town. I don’t like the phone very much, but I can get past that for people who are important to me. I think I’m a catch. I don’t believe it’s a meal unless it includes meat, spinach or eggplant. I love Jesus but always fall short of my expectations. I read two or three books a week. I think daisies are the friendliest flower, but I love daffodils and tulips even more. A man who can sing makes my knees wobble, but a man who can write makes me melt. I love brown. Chocolate is always appropriate but flowers are better still. I love hugs. Sepia photographs are the best. I think I’m a princess but have never dated a man who agreed. My cat is a better judge of character than I am. I’m wee. Autumn makes me want to fall in love. Summer makes me want to flirt. I express my moods through my earrings. I think curly hair is the best, especially on men. Plaids, long sleeve, button down collared shirts make me want to snuggle. Just like every other woman, I feel fat at “that time of the month.” Unlike many women, I know I’m not. I think coffee shops and board games make great first (or second, or thirty-second) dates. I enjoy being single. I want to wake up with rain falling on a tin roof while I’m safe there in your arms. I love playing in the rain. Good songs are better with the windows down, especially when it’s cold. The beach is best at night. Honeysuckle is my favorite fragrance; it reminds me of my childhood. Fondue is overrated but I still like it. I think paper is romantic. I’m crazy, but I like me this way. I’m a drama queen, but it keeps life interesting. I’m a list maker. I wish I looked good in yellow. I keep myself awake at night thinking about what is, what has been and what will be. I love art galleries and I miss living within walking distance of several. I love rich fabrics–I should probably learn to sew. I spend money when I’m lonely. I’m not sure if I look good in hats, but I have several anyway. I have more winter wear than a Southerner probably should. I love leaves; maybe that’s why autumn is my favorite. My favorite sound is the crunch of stomping in piles of fallen leaves. I like Pottery Barn, even though it’s big and corporate and looks like everyone else’s stuff. I think the best rooms aren’t purchased at Rooms to Go. I like interior design. (Once I thought about majoring in it.) I’m an excellent letter writer. I can talk for hours about football, coffee and my cat. I’ve been called eccentric; I took it as a compliment. Valentine’s Day doesn’t really bother me, though I’ve never had a date on it. I haven’t had a proper date since 1999. I don’t know what I want, but at least I know that much. I want to play guitar, but I’m too lazy to learn. My guitar is pretty, anyway. Heirlooms are better than fancy new things. I have a squeaky voice in which I talk to animals and babies. I might want a dog someday. I know I want babies someday… at least one, anyway. There’s nothing easier than loving a newborn. I’ve never been “in love.” Maybe someday. I put lots of things off to “someday.” I’m trying to stop. Perhaps my biggest faith challenge is perfectionism. I’m very type A. I’m more forgiving of others than of myself. I like pigtails, flannel and cowboy boots. I have romanticized ideas of the west. I love curly haired men. I have a certain voice I use when I want someone to think I’m cute. It’s kind of annoying. I have a huge smile (even though I’m self conscious about my teeth). I love the smell of coffee. When I was a little girl, I dreamed of marrying a man who drank it so I could smell it every morning. I had no idea how much I would love it myself. I read too much, get quiet in large groups and have recently learned to enjoy wearing socks.
