His name is Jim. He is 32, but almost 33. Growing up a Southern boy just outside of Atlanta, he was raised on the traditional regional cuisine of fried foods, meat-flavored overcooked beans (which we will admit, are quite yummy) and biscuits. He travels approximately 44 weeks out of the 52 week year as Director of Sales for a K-12 focused School Nutrition Software company. He enjoys manly activities like trout fishing, college football, mowing the lawn with his suped up zero turn lawn mower and pretending to like to shop with his wife. (Can you tell who is writing this initial post?) He is level-headed and thinks before he acts/reacts. He is a man of his word and a man of God.
Her name is Tiffany. She is 27. She doesn't really have a home town - her family moved so many times when she was younger, she would often be at 2 different schools in 1 year. No, she is not an Army brat. She grew up eating what her parents thought was healthy, and admits that her mother tried the Richard Simmon's Deal a Meal when she was little. She is an ACE-certified personal trainer and an aerobics instructor, teaching classes ranging from Zumba, cycling, body sculpting, to water aerobics, runs a fitness ministry at their church, and sews clothing and draperies and embroiders/monograms for herself and others. She enjoys lifting weights (when she can find the time), sewing and window shopping for clothes that she can recreate. She is not level-headed, nor does she think before she acts/reacts. She does not like to talk about herself. She is tender-hearted and cries at the drop of a hat.