12/27/2025
The Dull Girl’s Dating Profile
My name is Tara and I’m a mess. Really, I am. And I’m ok with that.
- I have a pair of pantyhose hanging on the back of my bedroom door. They’ve been there for 2 years. Yes, years. I’m single, they aren’t bothering anyone, and at least I know where they are. Until I need them. Then I forget.
- Sometimes I sleep on the couch, not because I’m watching TV, but because I usually make decisions like “let’s reorganize the closet!” at 10pm, and I run out of steam about the same time I’ve quartered the bed into “sorting categories.”
- I am proud to say that I don’t have one single bag of donations in my trunk (there are two)
- Sometimes I eat marshmallows as a midnight snack because there’s no crumbs or grease. Sometimes you can find them in my bedside drawer.
- I cuss when I’m frustrated. I hide when I’m sick or tired. I run away when I think I’m in love.
- I’m crazy about my dog, my kids, and the thought of a man bringing a decent toolbox into my life.
- I’ve never been the prettiest girl in the room, but I finally feel like I’m exactly as God intended. The people I love fit perfectly in my arms and they light up when I enter the room. I’m not perfect, but I love being perfect for them.
- I work too much. I eat out too much. I watched all of the seasons of Dance Moms.
- I allowed my daughter to turn me into a Swifty.
- My dad is quiet, my mom is kinda crazy, my kids are pranksters, but I have a cool dog.
- I do enjoy an occasional Red Bull. Sometimes two.
- I’ve made a lot of mistakes, but fake lashes has never been one of them. I know my limits.
- I work really hard to get men into bed every night. (.. oh, I’m a hotel GM)
But I’m also a pretty good person. I’ve finally forgiven myself for unfinished projects because I’ve spent that time “living and loving”. I wouldn’t trade my friends for an organized closet or my memories for a checked-off calendar. I sleep with a clear conscience, I have a few bucks tucked aside, and I have more loyal friends and employees than I can count. Even though my gas gauge is usually on empty and my keys disappear when I’m late, I’m still pretty sure I would date me. And with as picky as I am, that’s enough to know I’m doing just fine.
52, Boise ID, banana cream pie in the freezer, kicking back in size 8 slippers with the laces missing