Two of these three statements are true. One is not. The winner may be rewarded with a small prize.
1. I once drove a horse and carriage through the streets of Philadelphia.
2. I didn’t try peanut butter or strawberries until I was 25.
3. I grew up on a farm and had a pet pig named Jack.
On a more serious note, I’m looking for someone who doesn’t mind getting up early for a run or going camping and getting eaten alive by bugs. Someone who is equally happy hanging out on a beach somewhere far away that neither of us can pronounce or glued to the couch in our pajamas. A man who complements who I am without losing himself. Challenges me, tells me I’m wrong, and seals it with a kiss. Someone that is open to trying new things, like scary looking street food in Thailand or scuba diving down under. A man who also has something to teach and give experience, information, opinions, advice, or a cute puppy, preferably a French Bulldog or Golden Retriever please.