Ilana, 39
Online
About Me
Okay, so let's be honest here. We all have baggage, right? Come on, you know you do. I have an entire matched set of luggage and by matched set, I mean they match because they all came from Goodwill, lol. Okay seriously. No, not seriously. I know there are people out there that take online dating seriously and the rest of us are just here thinking, "What the hell, it might happen." Finding somebody online is like an urban legend, we all know somebody who knows somebody who found the love of their life online. Yeah, but we all know somebody who knows somebody who found the love of their life at a museum or at a bar or at a zoo, coffee shop, school or any number of places. I guess you're just as likely to meet somebody here as any other place, but the problem is that people look at a photo, or a couple of photos that you posted, knowing full well that you look like hell in them, but also not truly believing that it matters, because if somebody is going to hold your looks against you, then they don't deserve to be with you, right? At the same time, you're on here looking at other people's photos, judging them the same way that you don't want to be judged. The point is, we're all ***holes and we're all sweet people and we all have amazing potential to be somebody's perfect match. We just need to get out of our own way. It is in that spirit of adventure that I am posting here. What the hell, right? Maybe somebody out there will read this and think, "I'd really like to have a conversation with her."It could happen. I'm really very witty and sometimes downright funny. So click the button and send me a message. If nothing else, you might get a few laughs out of it. Or don't and always wonder what I would have said to you...;-)Oh look, they have little guidelines at the top for how to fill this out... oops.Uhm... hobbies? I have fish, does that count as a hobby? I just started taking Tae Kwon Do with my daughter and at some point I'm going to do Aqua zoomba... when I don't forget about it.My goals and aspirations? Geez. That's kind of deep for a profile. Leave a little something to talk about... I'm a communications major, one class away from my bachelor's degree. I want to go to law school after that, but I don't know if I have it in me to do law school as a single mom. Plus I'm kind of burnt out on school right now. What I would really like to do is to start a non-profit to help other moms and single women from all backgrounds and walks of life to realize that they can go back to school and to help them NOT to make the mistakes that so many do, by thinking their only option is to go to those colleges you see on TV. I want to help women to realize their potential. I like most music that tells a story. Except country music. I can't get past the twangy sound to listen to the sob story behind it. First date... let's see:First I would stress out for several hours over what I should wear, right down to the underwear and socks, which you aren't likely to see anyway, but which will have to be just so anyway. After the three hour stress out over clothing, I will inevitably wear the first outfit that I picked out, that being some sort of shirt and most likely pants... although if it's warm enough, I might be in shorts at which point, halfway to picking you up, I would inevitably realize that I forgot to shave my legs and will spend the next several hours hoping you don't look at my legs and wishing I had opted to be late and run home and do a quick dry shave, you know, the one where you sit on the side of the tub, shave the bits that you know are visible and swear every time you cut yourself, thinking up some sort of a cover story involving feral cats or an attack of a school of baby sharks while you were rescuing a kitten from the ocean in Bermuda... I don't know what the kitten was doing in the ocean, I don't speak Burmese and the kitten didn't speak at all. When I pick you up, I will tell you it's a surprise where we're going, when in reality, I was so busy stressing out, I will have forgotten to actually plan the date. So I'll casually look through my Groupons for some sort of an idea and secretly wondering if I can finagle the horseback riding lesson I purchased for my daughter into a date of some sort, then finally deciding to simply go to Las Margaritas or Maggiano's and then perhaps walk around the 16th Street mall and talk a bit before catching the late showing of a movie, during which I will absolutely fall asleep at least twice... unless by some miracle I remembered to drink a five hour energy shot. After the film, we might go for a coffee or a nightcap to a small neighborhood bar/coffee shop and talk a bit more, maybe even play a game of pool or something before I drive you home, stressing out the whole way about whether or not I should try to kiss you good night or if I should hug you or fortheloveofallthegods do people even walk their dates to the door anymore? I will probably chicken out on the goodnight kiss and will kick myself all the way home, convinced that the date was a disaster and that I will never hear from you again. Then I will pay the babysitter, listen to how my child was an absolute joy riiight up until bedtime and then she turned into a demon from the ninth level of hell. I'll then feel guilty and tip said babysitter, bid her (or him) a good night and drag my tired ass to bed... after checking my *** various social networking sites.
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