About

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Just a proper sassy gal trying to make her ridiculous dating life count for something. I’m 34 years old and single. Those are my stats – that’s how I identify myself now. Not a loving, blessed, outgoing woman with so much to be grateful for… but single.

I have a full-back tattoo, drive a motorcycle and swear like a sailor. Except for using various versions of the Good Lord’s name in vain. Those are the only real swearwords in my book.

I’m a conservative Christian, specifically a Catholic. I go to church every Sunday and God has undoubtedly blessed me with so much more grace than I deserve. In spite of my firm beliefs in God’s goodness, I have a lot of anxiety. Specifically about relationships. I’m sensitive and wear my heart on my sleeve, but I talk pretty tough (or I try to, anyway).

I like to think I’m a really good kind of contradiction. I think contradictions are intriguing. Not moral or ethical ones (well, inadvertently those too) but simple contradictions. A tender-hearted Army Ranger. A yoga class with Notorious BIG rockin’ while we do burpies. A guy who can change his own tires, shoot guns and play the piano.

Contradictions as personality traits have worked out badly for me. And I’m about to tell you all about it. Dating is hard. Really fucking hard, so go easy.

 

This is it. Don’t get scared now.