upping the ante

I've decided I need to shit or get off the pot when it comes to this blogging thing. Since I'm not a quitter, that leaves me with one option: pooping. Metaphorically of course. I hear that revealing a bit (you can consider that a double entendre) is a good way to up your level of investment, so I decided to go for it. Here's a random smathering of facts about yours truly:

1) The fastest way to my heart is through my stomach. And not in that foodie way where a lady insists on eating mysterious things you can't pronounce. I just like deliciousness. Give me a box of Fudge Rounds and a case of beer and I'll have a smile on this pretty face for months.
2) My sex life is oddly satisfying. You heard me; my man knows how to get down.
3) I'm very very faithful to all things Midwest. I rooted for the Colts for this year's Superbowl because Indianapolis is just a few hours away from my hometown. Yeah, the Saints are bouncing back in poetic style from that hurricane thing, but I'm from a place near Indianapolis. That's all it takes.
4) My friends are much more liberal than I. And I'm not talking politics; I mean their personal lives. I've been known to encourage making out with strangers in clubs, but I've never done it myself. The truth is, it takes an intellectual attraction for me to get down. Cliché, but true. Don't worry, though, I make a habit of not holding anyone else to that standard.
5) Hockey is the best sport on Earth. Let's be honest, it's a bunch of men battling in adverse conditions, occasionally beating the crap out of each other, and basically asserting their masculinity for hours on end. Sign me up.
6) The floral business is built on the idea that women like to brag publicly about their men's affection. Getting flowers at work is all about showing off the fact that he'll assert his territory. Yeah, he digs you, and he's willing to prove it in front of building full of strangers. And damn is that hot. Seriously, ask your girlfriend.
7) I'm pretty terrified of not being funny. I see it as my thing, and if I can't deliver there, I've only got these shocking good looks to rely on. They've gotten me far, but I'd prefer that my brain carry me. Unless you think I'm pretty, in which case that's good enough. Did I mention I'm curvy? Not in the way that's code for "fat," either. Oh I did? Just checking.
8) I watch Tough Love because I think it's incredibly hot when a man will dish it out with complete honesty. No B.S.? Count it.

So there. Now you know me a little better. Maybe that means I'm more likely to come back...