Maybe if I had a “real” job that involved physical labor instead of sitting on my butt in front of the computer all day, I wouldn’t be so out of shape. So, my banker asks if I sold my current house yet? Ummm…. Time for me to call a realtor. She’ll be over at noon to take pictures to list it. What?! I’ve been cleaning like a mad woman trying to make the house presentable, and I am out of breathe!
So I thought I’d take a break and blog (and sip on a Diet Dew). It’s time to move on to physical requirements for my man hunt. I realize I may lose some prospects here, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. I like Tall men, at least taller than me. I am 5’7″ barefoot but like to wear heels. I’m all for having to stand on my tip-toes to kiss a man.