Where Are the Ladies?
It’s Saturday night, and as I walk down Main Street Greenville—alone—I realize it’s time.
I haven’t been on a date in four years.
I’ve been busy.
I’ve been working on me.
Okay then, it’s time. I’m tired of being single.
Where are the ladies?
I’m silly, I’m fun, and I’m alcohol-free.
(I don’t care if you drink, as long as it’s responsible and not every weekend.)
I’m not fancy.
I like the simple things.
I think dinner can be better at home than going out.
Yet, I don’t wanna be a couch potato either. Because I have been known to binge-watch TV.
But that’s not me.
I wanna go.
Anywhere.
Somewhere.
A walk.
A hike.
A bike ride.
A show.
A festival.
Let’s dance.
I’m in search of a little trouble, or just a swing on the playground.
I got baggage, but I’m sure you do too.
I’m broke, but I work harder than most.
I care about my fitness, and I expect the same from you.
I’m not looking for a Barbie doll, but looks are still important.
I need someone who’s gonna lift me up and encourage me to be better.
And I will give the same.
I’m not looking for true love—truthfully.
I’m not sure if it exists.
I’ve never seen it.
Yet, I’m hopeful.
I’m not perfect. Far from it.
But I’m trying, and I guarantee no one is trying harder than me.
It’s okay if it’s messy, right?
Let’s take a risk and throw our cards on the table.
You never know. There might be a pair in there somewhere.
I’m taking requests by text, email, and frankly, any messaging source you can find me on.
Don’t hesitate.
Hit me up.
