About Me

I live in San Francisco, California, where people look smart, houses are beautiful, and there's an even division between bugaboo moms, singles wanting to not be singles anymore, and homeless people.

When I was little I wanted to be a nanny.
Then a writer.
Then a doctor.
Then a nanny again.
Now that I'm not so little anymore, I don’t want to be anything- in fact, I’m looking for that perfect profession that will allow me to not work and make lots of money so I can read, write, do yoga, travel, prepare lavish dinners for friends and do some good in this world.

I have a Master’s degree.
I don’t get dating.
I hate shopping for clothes.
I love to drive.

I’ve been doing my own laundry since I was 16 and still shrink sweaters and open the washer’s door to the occasional load of gray white towels.

I like the smell of a new car's interior. Unless it's a Jetta.

I highly value friendships and have high expectations from those claiming to be my friends. I recently did a house clearing and said goodbye to people who've been reaching into the relationship piggybank but putting nothing back in.

I love cars.
And new gadgets.
And music.
And yes- I own an iPhone.

I believe in love at first sight. And in compassion. And intelligence. And humility.

I believe that relationships take work- that there’s no way in hell two people can just automatically know what the other person needs, wants, thinks, or loves on the deep levels that meaningful relationships require; I barely get it right with my own family whom I’ve known from the moment I was born- let alone someone I only met in my adult years.

But I also believe that when we finally decide to be in one, relationships--and getting to know and love the other person--can be easy. It's magic. God's miracle.

I don’t like dating.
I love good food.
I can live on desserts and fresh fruit. Salads too- as long as they have cranberries and goat cheese in them. Nuts are ok.
I don’t like meet.

I believe Valentine’s day was invented by the retail industry and has become a poor excuse for not showing your appreciation for your loved one year round.

I think Americans give up too easily on marriage and relationships…we expect our lives to look more like Hollywood movies and less like reality.

I love everything you can find in a bookstore.
I have a boxful of birthday cards I’ve saved since the time I was 5 years old.
I’ve also saved my baby clothes. They smell like french soap. And a pink drink-umbrella from the time I was 6 and my sister promised she’d bring me a surprise if I were a good girl and stayed with the babysitter. About 3 years ago I stopped saving chocolates.

I started dating, officially, for the first time last year.
I've learned that I can smell desperation.
I can also smell love.

I prefer dogs to cats. And big dogs to small dogs. Purse-size dogs don't fit into this discussion- they're more like rodents. Unless they’re puppies. In which case I like to smell them. And let them bite my toes.

I believe in the power of intention.
And in the power of forgiveness.
And of compassion.
And mostly in the power of love.
I believe we can all get what we want- it’s just a matter of asking in the right way.

Datingirl is not my real name.