Well, then! I hate long walks on the beaches (lake girl), grow my own damned flowers, beat up men for the fun of it, cook like Martha minus the mess, point pistols at people who may or may or not deserve it, drive a 4X Ford, garden like it was the end of the world, give large-mouth bass a reason to deport to the next lake over, like my beef ribs just a touch rare on the inside, and will send goons over if you even FRmail me.
But we could be friends.
She’s your girl.I’m a matchmaker :}