u/fallingslowlyonce

As you probably know, over the next few days we will be celebrating several major holidays back to back to back. So tell me, are you ready to celebrate National Raspberry Popover Day, Life Insurance Day, and Orange Juice Day between now and Monday? I can barely contain my excitement. Like most of you I’m spending tonight going down to the local farmers market to pick out the plumpest raspberries, making sure my life insurance policy beneficiaries are in order, and squeezing the freshest oranges by hand (and removing the pulp because we all know pulp-free is the only way to go). 

Of course, it’s tough to enjoy these major holidays alone. Well I’m married so not technically alone, but it’s pretty lonely when you’re the only one walking around the house comparing insurance premiums while eating popovers and downing them with fresh OJ. So that’s why I’m here, hoping to find a woman sweet as a popover, as dependable as life insurance, and with that little extra zest, like a great glass of orange juice. 

And in case you don’t think I want something that lasts, I’m really hoping to find someone to celebrate Easy Bake Oven Day with in November, or at least make it to National Foam Rolling Day on May 11. 

That's what I want to feel when I meet the right person.  Well actually, that's not 100% true.  I already feel lonely.  Despite being married, having kids, a good group of friends, etc. I can't help but feel like I don't really have my person.  Ideally that person is smart, fun, easy to laugh and is silly but can also talk about the serious stuff.  I don't need someone to vent to about my situation about home, but I do need someone who is in a similar boat and knows how it feels.

So I guess what that line is saying, at least to me, is that I want someone who, when I meet them, gives me such a jolt that I didn't know I needed them until that very moment.  That person who makes me think, "wow, how did I go this long without having this person in my life".

What you'll get in return is dumb jokes, pictures from my walk home, a shoulder to lean on, TV recommendations, and analysis of my frequent Starbucks barista drama. I'm 5'10", fit and active, live in ET, travel for work (and pleasure), and will defend to my last, dying breath that crunchy peanut butter is superior.