I have a pretty good life. I have fun. I have adventures. I have a good job. I don’t have to worry about scraping by. I live life with an open mind and I make a hobby of trying new things. I’m friendly and fearless and love talking to strangers. People think I’m smart, funny, and interesting.
I have a great life. Why can’t I find a man who wants to jump in and be a part of it?