I'm still not sure who's idea this was... I refuse to take full responsibility. I'll blame peer pressure, that all too easy scapegoat. Maybe even Disney, hallmark, or the media... The wide spread commercialism of love, romance, and all things mushy. Or simply that stupid chromosome that allows me to crave ice-cream in mass quantities once a month, causes me to cry at the movies, and produce the urge to buy fully nonfunctional shoes because they are "cute".
I'll let you decide, either way... I'm dating...
My name is Ellie. A soul-searching twenty something looking to find her "other half," whatever that means.
Ive never really dated. Not even as a teen. I was (and honestly, still am) very selfconcious. In general I'm quite oblivious to others interest. When interest is expressed, I'm fairly baffeled and find myself at a loss for words. Like any "normal" human, i crave interaction with others... However find myself "strange." When I was assembled, i don't think i was given a properly functioning filter. I have a talent for saying the wrong thing at just the right time. And that's when I feel I have something to say... I'm a highly passionate person... And by that i mean that i see the world and all it holds in a different light and it just makes my blood course and my mind buzz. But I'd rather experience it through others... My deepest interest is in listening to other peoples stories. So, because of that, i don't talk a whole lot. I know a lot about a little and a little about a lot, so I'd rather absorb than spout off at the mouth. I wonder often if that comes off as uninteresting, or perhaps judgmental. I can be out spoken at times, and I tend to have a sick sense of humor. And there you have a taste of my personality.
By no means will I ever claim to be a Reese Witherspoon, Megan Fox, or Klhoe Kardashian. I feel much more comfortable classifying myself with lady's such as Rosie Odonnell, Kirstie Alley, Kathy Bates, or Rosanne Barr. I have curves and lots of them. Sadly, I don't have a chest to balance out my ample posterior. My face is reasonably average, really. The hair is my statement maker. I've been nearly ever color under the sun, natural and the not so much. I'm proud of a lot of my features, but that doesn't mean that I don't know I'm a unconventional beauty.
As I'm drawing near to 30 and many of my friends are married and building homes and families to fill them, I, the once "ahead of the game-r," am now feeling quite left behind which I'm finding rather lonely. So, with that in mind, along with the former and the advent of Internet dating, i myself am getting on the "market."
This is my story:
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