34F I am not the love of your life.
At most I will be something you briefly obsess over until you come to your senses.
I am not looking for a grand romantic connection. So far every one of my relationships has stemmed from a strong friendship, and as a result I don’t have a single ex I wouldn’t call with a flat tire at 2am. I am deeply uncomfortable with emotions and expressions of admiration and never once have I told a partner I loved them and truly meant it.
I work a lot, and don’t have much free time outside of work. I don’t have the patience for dates and if I have to make the same small talk over and over again I might actually just scream. The only person I talk to on the phone is a thousand miles away and we schedule check ins through calendar invites for our commutes. I have unreasonably high standards for myself and everyone I keep in my life and truly do not have the patience for mediocrity.
Here is the small talk, we can get it out of the way here: I am 34, 5’2 (5’2.75 at my rheumatologist’s office), lots of tattoos, a moderate amount of piercings, and currently my hair is what my 22 year old hairstylist calls cherry cola red but I am tired of it. When I’m not working my real job I’m at the gym, and when I’m not at the gym for myself I’m there training clients on weekends. I have a handful of friends that are across the country, and I spent my money on plane tickets to see them and my tattoo artist.