I like talking to people, I’ve got a good imagination, and I have an underdeveloped sense of shame. That together seems to translate into charisma, for some reason. 
I’m also pretty adventurous once you get past my innate inertia.
In addition, once you’ve actually snared me, I have the adoring loyalty of a slightly dim golden retriever.
Not giving a shit about whether i am alone or not seems to be like crack to women.
So how you doin’?
I am female, that seems to be enough for a lot of guys. 
long red hair
employed and buying a house
smart
funny
cheap date
low maintenance
I’m a catch, but I’m hard to live with!
Did anyone else just flash back to the Grapist?
I have no idea why people want to date me. I’m not fat but I do I have a bit of a beer gut. My hair grows fast and while I keep it neat, I don’t have time to get it cut every three weeks. I’m often nervous around new people and it shows. However, I seem to get hit on during the unlikeliest of times by the unlikeliest of people.
For example, the day before Thanksgiving, I lost my cell phone at work. I was running around frantically trying to find it. Eventually, I got a call from someone that she found it, and she’ll meet me wherever I want to pick it up.
So I ask her to meet me outside my work building. She shows up and happens to be a very cute and very out-of-my-league Indian girl in her early or mid-twenties. She introduces herself as Ruba or Rubia (I didn’t fully catch it). I offer her $20 as a reward (my phone home screen offers it if found) and she declined. I thanked her and she starts chatting me up! “Is this where you work? What do you do? How long have you worked here?” She saw from the beginning that I’m obviously very much a hurry (I want to start my vacation, dammit!) and give her short one-word answers. I’m walking back to my car and she starts walking with me.
I tell her I need to get back and thanked her again. She said, “No problem. I was just buying some fudge when I found it,” and gave me the cutest smile.
This is the most recent example, but this is one situation of many. If I wasn’t already taken, I definitely would have asked her to go for a drink.
Stockholm syndrome.
I am so NOT the Grapist. I am, instead, a person delights in making AHunter3 deliriously happy (and vice versa I might add). And I’m the first person he’s successfully lured to the SDMB.
This post has been autotexted by the Autotextist!
Not married, but this. I like to think I’m also a sensible person who knows how to behave like an adult in relationships.
Based on the number of “This” responses there are a few of us around.
Btw: This!
I have a nine-inch tongue and I can breathe through my ears.
No?
I am educated, reasonably successful, smart, will actually listen to you, can regale you with tales of adventure in faraway lands, your cats will like me, and I will occasionally make you laugh so hard that milk comes out your nose[sup]*[/sup].
Lots of good reasons, really. I’m just having a hell of a time getting the word out.
Offer limited to stock on hand. One to a customer. Professional driver on closed course. Consult your doctor before using. Price does not include milk or other nasally ejected beverages.
On the other hand, there is my legendary thread-killing ability.
Lol, your description is actually a more accurate description of me than what I posted.
One of my friends called me the “Paramedic of broken hearts” for a while because I seemed to have a ton of dates over a year or so where every one of them had just gone through something bad (2 messy abusive divorces, a violent death of last SO, a rape, one lost several family members in a car accident, one her dad died then she was diagnosed with colon cancer 2 weeks later, I hadnt seen this much raw misfortune since my EMT days. Most of them ended up not being ready for any kind of LTR and wandered off.
Hey, you and me both!
Hmm I always get complimented on my eyes. Oh and I’m a chick that knows her way around a woodshop. Some guys seem to go for that.
I also get free tickets to all sorts of theatre and other performance arts.
I give them money, but then again they are prostitutes.
But they love me long time, though they all seem to think that my name is johnny.
Impudent little whelp! Look at that join date, September 2008. I’ve been killing threads here since you were on dial-up.
Kids today, I just don’t know…
Okay, I can cover why my dates have liked me. Usually it’s because both they and I are very touchy feely. In once case, it was because I got a shy girl to talk. In another, I teased a girl about being on my bed.
But the most common is that I have a profile online, and some women are desperate enough to talk to the guy who says he’s not really looking right now.
No idea. I’m not tall, I smoke like a chimney and drink like a thirsty fish.
But my latest beauty says she liked me the moment she met me, then waited 11 months for me to do something about it. I guess, though I’m no oil painting, I don’t crack mirrors either. I’m smart, funny from time to time, have led an interesting life, am kind (when not depressed), am a good cook, play guitar and sing, and have a great speaking voice. Some people have described me as ‘charismatic’. And a former lover said: ‘you are so good with your tongue’. I presume she meant I’m charming.