In a parallel universe, I am most likely some sort of 1920s flapper sneaking into a speakeasy, an early 20th century Suffragette marching for the women’s right to vote, or perhaps I was a part of the Underground Railroad and railed against slavery in the South. I’ve always sort of felt like I was born in the wrong era.
As for me, I’ve lived in Center City since 2001 and before that University City for a year – I came to Philadelphia from the Alabama part of Pennsylvania to work at the Art Museum.Â I’ve moved on from that job, but I still work in the non-profit sector and I love my job.Â I’m funny and I promise you will laugh a lot.Â I’m strong and independent, but I know that I sometimes need a hand. I will try to cook for you, and sometimes succeed. I cry at sad movies, but admit that I’m a sap. I own a cordless drill and know how to use it. I’ve Marched on Washington and registered voters.Â I can drive a stick shift. I am a NPR geek, and basically went into mourning when Bob Edwards was booted off the air.Â Oh, as for looks – I’m 5’9″ with short blond hair, brown eyes, and what I’ve been told is a beautiful smile.
Like you, I am looking for someone to spend the rest of my life with.Â And while this search seems impossible at times, I am not willing to settle for anything less than amazing.Â I want someone who can uphold his end of the conversation. He should have a great sense of humor and be able to laugh at almost everything from Mel Brooks to Moliere. Nothing is better than when someone cooks for you, so someone who cook me dinner, or at least try to – if it doesn’t work out, take out is always an option. Has read a book within the last month, or at least has a good excuse for why not. Who has seen a movie that made him cry. Is open-minded and willing to try new things. Wants to travel and see the world. Will try to woo me a bit, in his own special way.