I am a Caucasian girl who slenderly reaches a height of 5’7”. I have crystal, sea blue eyes that almost glow with the contrast of my maroon hair and smoky eye makeup. Yes, I have maroon hair accented with a touch of blonde, at the bottom of each strand, that brushes against my mid-back. I am a girl who wears snug holy jeans, boots, and a comfortable top covered by a long sweater. I am a girl who wouldn’t be caught dead in the winter without her knee-high thick cozy socks. I am a girl with freckles splattered all over my body. I am a girl with a sharp jaw, a turned up nose, and has a constant coverage of black nail polish on my toes (no matter what time of the year it is). I am a girl who is not so much “girly”, and not quite a “tomboy” either. That is the type of girl I am.
Do you hear that person across the room chewing with their mouth open? It’s like they think they are a cow; or are hoping to be heard and noticed. Mission accomplished on both counts. Oh great, look that same person who just walked out of the room left their trash, spilt water, and food behind. I can not express how much I detest this type of behavior, especially in public places. I also hate when people are on their phone the whole time they are with me. The worst is when someone just rambles on and on about themselves, as if they are reading an essay they wrote about themselves for a college paper.
Enough of my dislikes, let’s talk about some of my interests. I drive a Jeep Wrangler, and that thing is my baby. I named it Sarge, because I have the original paint color that the United states used on the military issued Jeeps. I also absolutely adore being outside all day, at any time of the year. I am up for anything! If its adventurous and adrenaline pumping, I am more than interested. If there’s an added danger factor, I’m your girl! I’ve been like that all my life. For example, when I was around six years old, I was pinned to a door by a friend’s pet tiger . . . after I played with a baby mountain lion. In high school, cliff jumping and cave exploring were an everyday adventure. I just went skydiving last summer, and this summer I plan to get my motorcycle license. I am the type of person who needs to keep busy or else I get fatally bored, and the T.V. cannot solve that problem for me. My license plate even says “FTV” on it, if that doesn’t say enough, I don’t know what will.
Oh yeah! I’m sure you want to know about my dreams for the future; it is kinda important and the main idea here…you know…the future and stuff. Well, I want to travel the world and see as much as I can. I am a junior at Mercy college. I was originally majoring in Speech Language Pathology, but decided that wasn’t the path I wanted to take my life down. I am going to switch my major to become a teacher and work toward an administration degree. I am legally a Minister, so I will be the one to marry my friends and family off, as well as baptize their children! Maybe I could baptize my own children someday. . .
Not that I am trying to bring that up so soon with you. I mean, we are only just meeting now.”
She paused and took a deep breath, as the man across the small wooden table in the dimly lit restaurant, just stared back quietly not knowing what to say, or do at this point. “I’m sorry” she began again, “I’m just so incredibly awkward in front of people when I am nervous, and fully aware that their judgements actually matter to what I am hoping to accomplish. I have selfishly done all the talking without giving you a second to chime in. Please excuse me, tell me about yourself.” Just as the man opened his mouth to begin talking the buzzer went off, signaling the men in the room to rotate tables and meet another potential date, at the late Wednesday night speed dating event.
Catherine Orozco 