36-year-old, recently divorced mother of two young children, the youngest of which, at 4, tends to tantrum about seemingly trite everyday occurrences, the older, more mature first-grader gravitates toward a more dictatorial attitude.
Diagnosed a few years ago with Multiple Sclerosis, my symptoms are not too severe, often coming about when overly muscle-fatigued, and resembling a college student stumbling into her dorm room after a heavy night of drinking.
My interests include watching stupid and mindless comedies on tv, playing games with my kids, and hanging out with my friends over good food.
What I actually do is laundry.
Where do you fit in? Well, you can start by helping me with all this damned laundry. Or, you could donate enough money that I could hire someone to do it for me. Oh- and long walks on the beach (actually, scratch that… sounds incredibly boring).
That’s it. That’s me.
I slid my laptop over to Jenn, who quietly looked over the contents of my profile. Perturbed, she exhaled. “I knew you weren’t taking this seriously!”
I put on my best offended face.
“What do you mean?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Kir. Now cut the crap and be sane for once. If you were to think like an eligible bachelor, what would you want to see?”
“Ugh. I hate you right now.”