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No, I don't know karate.
I hate dating. I hate coming home to a cat (which
I find myself talking to) more than dating. I have
two kids so they keep me pretty busy, but when
they are at there mother's for the weekend it is
just me and the cat. A cat I only keep around
because I love my daughter.
I'm laid back and easy please, you only have to
feed me cold cereal and spaghetti. I clean up well
and I'm house broken. I love my kids and I'm told
they love me.
My "match" has to be willing to be mom
to my offspring. I want my kids to be the lucky
type with two moms, but not two moms in the
Vermont sense (they already have that). If my
"match" has kids that's cool we'll go
Brady bunch here in my double wide.
My "match" also needs to be cute. I'm
not being superficial just realistic. Like Marilyn
Monroe says in Gentlemen Prefers Blonds, "You
don't marry a girl because she is pretty, but it
does help."
I want someone with experience. I've seen the
Sahara, I've spent the night in a jungle, I've
seen a dead body, and I've eaten grits at a Waffle
House in Silver Spur Texas. I've had fun and I
will continue to enjoy life but my priorities
would probably bore a 20 something thrill seeker.
I've got kids to raise so my dream of hitch hiking
to Panama has to wait.
I'm on a wife hunt so friendship and conversation
is all good, but I'm really not into exchanging
witty e-mails for six months before we coyly
decide to call one another. I'm old school in that
I would rather talk on the phone then IM you.
Though I have been told that I can be quite witty,
but that is usually before the phone conversation.
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