Who am I?
This is supposed to be where I tell you something fantastic about myself and woo you with the tale of how I took a sailboat around the world by myself when I was seventeen. Except that didn’t happen. Nor have I bungee jumped into a gorge in some remote Amazonian location. I have a cousin who is fluent in a half dozen languages – I barely managed to pass French.
What I do have is a strange curiosity about all sorts of things. If something strikes my fancy, I’ll delve into it. Art has always fascinated me, but my ability doesn’t go much beyond doodling. But I love reading about famous artists.
I took a little of this and a little of that in college until I realized I had to do something so that I could graduate. So far my degree doesn’t seem to count for much other than saying I managed to get through four years of higher education. It’s prepared me to say would you like to try our salted caramel espresso?
I do joke about all the jobs I’ve had, but I do like my job in the computer software industry. I wear two hats, so if I’m not doing one, I’m doing the other. I’m what the company calls an end user liaison. If I’m not editing code or working on the manual, I’m trying to make the software explode by doing the wrong things. Who hasn’t pushed the wrong keys accidentally? Well, someone has to check to make sure the screen doesn’t freeze or the whole system doesn’t crash when you do that. They pay me to see if I can make that kind of thing happen. I make enough to survive, I’ve got great coworkers, and I get to wear jeans to work, except on dress days when I’m supposed to appear looking like a professional.
I fall out of bed most mornings and run through the neighborhood. It’s a little over a mile and a half loop. My local coffee shop is just slightly past the mile mark and I stop for coffee, and then walk the rest of the way home. By the time I reach my front door, my coffee is finished, and I’m ready for my shower. There’s a privately owned gym not far from me, and you’ll often find me there on Saturday mornings. I keep telling myself I should do the Ironman Triathlon just to say that I did it, but I really don’t have that dedication.
I’m a minimalist. The less I have, the less I have to clean! Some people save for Christmas, but I save for vacations. I’ll go wherever it’s warm with plenty of sun and water. Some people collect shoes – I collect bathing suits. The last time I counted, I owned forty-two suits. Why do you think I try to stay in shape?
I’ve always been an avid reader and there’s nothing I love more than a sexy romance. My e-reader stays packed with books. By day, I’m tame and conservative, but once I leave work, the real me emerges. I always have a hunky guy calendar hanging over my desk at home. I kept February up until April rolled around. He was just too delicious. Some guys are worth the fantasy. I want a guy in real life who can kiss me and make my toes tingle. So far it hasn’t happened anyplace but in books.
My mom keeps hoping for grandchildren and I have no interest in settling down until Mr. Wonderful steps into my life. Pending his arrival, I’m going to enjoy living on my own terms. Mom says I’m too picky. I don’t care. It’s my life. There’s a lot of baggage out there and I don’t want to cope with some of it. But someplace is Mr. Wonderful and I want him!
So there you have it. I’m about as exciting as my pet goldfish. The big difference is that I have a computer, a muse, and I know how to use both. I don’t think Goldie gives much thought to having Mr. Golden swim into her life and she’s already got the castle. She’s really missing out on a lot of fun!