I'm 28.9 years old and I've been in LA for 6.7 years.

If there's one thing I've learned about being single in this city, it's that it takes alot of perseverance.

Now before you write me off as a wanna-be Carrie Bradshaw, let me just say this: I could give a fuck about designer shoes and martini's and what people do for a living and being "fabulous".

These are some things you should know:

I'm from Missouri.
I'm kind of slobby.
I'm sort of retarded when it comes to dating.

All I want is to be happy and have funventures and live a life with as little regret as possible.
(Finding someone to share/experience it all with would also be nice.)

Sometimes I hear the theme song to Mary Tyler Moore in my head when I'm running mundane errands.
I often get the urge to hug strangers...or challenge them to street duals...depending on my mood.
Sometimes I make up words (see funventures) and use them just to see if they'll catch on*.

I think I might be normal, but I can't be for sure.

I also think that I kind of don't care either way.

This is my life.
These are my stories.

All names and some places have been changed to protect the douchey, non-committal, significantly lovely and not-so-innocent.

*They never do.