I sing, play guitar, flute, piccolo, piano, violin, harmonica and banjo,
but none better than any average girl.
I love basketball, running, working out and know more about football than 90% of men I know,
but I can’t find a girl friend to do any of these things with.
I love to hunt, track, fish, hike, climb and swim
but give everyone else so much of my time that I seldom get to do much of any.
I would rather take a summer vacation to a mountain than the beach.
I can lay tile, float sheet rock, form concrete and build anything,
but I have never met a man that wanted to hand me the tools.
I love to write, listen and tell bedtime stories,
but have no one who feels the same way.
I could lie on a blanket and listen to the wind, a band or “people watch” for an entire weekend,
but everyone I know thinks this is boring or rude.
I don’t watch a single sitcom ritualistically and only have cable for ESPN, Discovery and the History Channel,
but can’t find a single movie that I have not seen.
I love to meet, talk and get to know every person I come in contact with,
but people say this behavior proves that I love myself.
I am neat, organized and efficient,
but have to battle to relax.
I love to dance to every song; alone, with friends, or strangers,
but I’m not that great.
I do not get nervous. In front of crowds when singing, speaking, praying or dancing
and I have a hard time understanding “social anxiety.”
I want to be a mother more than anything I have ever wanted and for as long as I can remember,
but my doctor doesn’t know if I can have children.
