She calles herself “Sexie Sindie.” She is on the lookout for The Perfect Man. She has a shopping list a mile long.
She won’t date a man who has been divorced more than once or who is living in a studio apartment. She doesn’t like cats, dogs, bicyclists swathed in lycra, men who smoke or vegetarians.
She can’t stand men who don’t use the turn signal while driving and will not tolerate any who use their middle finger to display anger. She hates to see a man driving a car with a dog in his lap. Eating donuts is a very big NO. She has been called a “Picky Eater” by friends and foe. She will be in a panic if it isn’t organic. Sugar is her enemy and she loathes all white foods. Her friends marvel at her love for Kale and Quinoa. The two are her staples, she dabbles in organic spinach and cabbage and Pressed Juices. Yes, she is very very thin
What she does like: is a single, employed or retired, guy who owns his own house. A pool ( sauna, spa, ) is extra “points.” Her long list of “Must Haves” reeks of gold-digger.
She admits to her best friends, her tiny studio apartment, in the beautiful old building, is a “buzzkill” and she never allows a date to enter her private chambers.
Sindie dated Thomas for three months before he gave up trying to make her happy. He wined and dined her. On their 10th date he gave her a Tiffany heart and she offered a polite “Thank you” and later tucked it her her jewelry drawer. She had sold three other Tiffany Heart gifts on eBay. His would be next. She dubbed Thomas “irrelevant” and moved on. Alone. Single. Searching and very unhappy.
“I love being irreverent. But I hate being irrelevant. I love being irreverent because at the end of the day your actions belie your intentions.