Self Description: If your dream is a woman who can turn chaos into coziness five minutes before guests arrive, and transform burnt meatballs into a culinary masterpiece (even if they're slightly charred); congrats, you've found her. I won't promise our couch evenings will be quieter than a Saturday supermarket rush, but I *can* guarantee you'll eat soup, not cup noodles. My hugs smell like cinnamon and patience; like when you ask, "Where are my keys?" for the third time today. (Hint: same place as your socks. In the black hole called "the hallway.") But I'll teach you how to survive the apocalypse known as "I forgot to buy sugar," and why washing red socks with white ones is an extreme sport. P.S. If after reading this, you still want to ask, "What do you even *do* all day?". Run before I hide your sneakers.

Comments: I am looking for a man with a sense of humor and love for cooking and children. Courageous and strong. Someone who can literally and figuratively carry me in his arms. If you are simple, easy-going, caring and kind, welcome to my life.