Dear future husband (or interested applicants):
Here are some principles that will make the selection process easier for both of us. These particular things are non-negotiable. (Except maybe the part about zombies. I will let you do a more detailed skill analysis later in the interview, if we ever get to that point. 😉 But in the meantime, please consider the following.)
If you can’t out-think me, out-joke me, or out-give me (or at least make it respectably close to a tie), you probably can’t handle me. 🙂
For dating purposes, I am not really a chocolates, flowers, and movies kind of girl. I’m more of a tattoo-gift-certificates, oil changes, and Fender acoustics type of girl.
Excuses are for wusses. My legal, given name means “truth,” and this has been my life’s purpose, the reason and motivation for my existence. When I die, it will be my life’s work and my legacy. If you don’t want truth, if you don’t love truth, if you don’t hunger for truth in the depths of your being, it’s not that I won’t like you, it’s just that I’m not sure how long our paths could possibly overlap.
If you’re willing to say “yes” to Jesus, no matter what He says or asks, I will be saying “yes” too, so maybe, IF He allows, we can do this together. Just remember: I’ll race ya. And by the way, what is that very interesting-looking thing over there? (Bye!) 😀
When it comes to marriage, I’d rather have a down payment on a house than a really expensive engagement ring and wedding. I’m just practical like that. However, if you buy me a puppy as part of your proposal, you get Future Husband Bonus Points x 100,000. Redeemable after said puppy is housetrained and has completed basic obedience training…hahahaha. (Just kidding.) (Kind of.)
We will own Nerf guns. The end.
I am a Quality Time person and an INFJ. Brownie points if you have even the first clue what those things mean.
I don’t generally stand around waiting on guys to “save” me from stuff, so in an emergency, be quick, or get out of the way.
In conclusion, there really is no conclusion here. Just writing an open-ended document that I’ll probably add to, delete from, erase, re-post, and obsess over constantly until I can’t even sleep anymore and turn into a zombie who occasionally writes blogs. A zombie blogger.
If zombies, you want me on your team. Trust me on this.