Hi, I'm Andrea!

Dating Profile Photographer
Let's be real, hiring a professional dating photographer is pretty out-on-a-limb for most people; you're probably at least a little uncertain about this whole scenario. Hell, you may not have even known a "dating photographer" was a thing until a few minutes ago. 

Since telling you about my education & qualifications is unlikely to make you feel any less nervous, let's do this instead: I'll share a bit about what I’m actually like as a person; what I'm like to be around. 
You’re probably wondering…is she cool?
Below is an assortment of tidbits about me, because that’s how I usually get to know people—in snippets of conversations. As a payoff at the end I’ll conclude with some family classics.
(TLDR: I’m not cool. But I *am* fun)
>>Let’s get this out of the way right off the bat: If we are eating out in public and there is sauce available, I *will* embarrass you with my sauce consumption. I fucking LOVE sauce. Hot sauce, ketchup, BBQ, ranch, tartar, ALL THE SAUCE.

>>If you live in my building I will immediately learn your dog’s name but I cannot be counted on to remember yours (but don’t worry, I’m not shy and will ask you several times).

>>All prior plans are off if we encounter a rope swing. Rope swings turn me instantly into a wild 10 year old.
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happy dating photographer
>>Let’s get this out of the way right off the bat: If we are eating out in public and there is sauce available, I *will* embarrass you with my sauce consumption. I fucking LOVE sauce. Hot sauce, ketchup, BBQ, ranch, tartar, ALL THE SAUCE.

>>If you live in my building I will immediately learn your dog’s name but I cannot be counted on to remember yours (but don’t worry, I’m not shy and will ask you several times).

>>All prior plans are off if we encounter a rope swing. Rope swings turn me instantly into a wild 10 year old.
dating photographer on rope swing
>>When I’m shooting on location I have been known to occasionally eat shit—stepping off curbs, attempting to perch on branches that don’t hold my weight, etc.. If I start backing into traffic while we’re shooting, promise to grab me or yell our safe word (it’s CORNDOG).

>>My language can be kinda salty (you may have noticed). I might be making up for the years I was a high school teacher and had to keep everything PG. Or I might just like swear words :)
>>My preferred learning style is “the hard way”. Like, don’t start from the top of the mountain when you’ve never mountain biked before. And, don’t announce to a crowd “WATCH, I’M LIKE POCAHONTAS!” when it’s your first time bungee jumping (I did not end up looking like Pocahontas).
dating photographer bungee jumping
>>Birds have shat on my head a total of 3 times. Most recently it was while eating a donut (me, not the bird), no more than an hour after having a Texas Blowout. *a Texas Blowout is when you’re visiting Texas and you pay someone $80 to wash and blow-dry your hair).

>>Any excuse to wear sequins and I go full-sparkle. Sometimes I even get to wear sequins to work. I don’t always feel like a queen but I sure as hell do when I’m bossing people around while wearing a sequined dress.
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>>There is a holiday sweater in my family that has never once been washed. My mom got it in 1988 and someone wears it at least once every Christmas (that someone is me). Do not spill, Andrea, DO NOT SPILL...

>>Yes, it was me who ate a piece of the bride & groom’s special pistachio cake at Stef & Jason’s wedding. In my defense, it wasn’t well-marked. And it *was* delicious.

>>And no, I cannot be left unsupervised in a beautiful red theatre and expected to behave like an adult.
I could go on but for now, I’ll leave you with this: As a reward for making it this far and to end on a high note...
BEHOLD, my middle school yearbook pics:
6th grade dating photographer school pic
6th grade: Scottie dogs, a turtleneck, and Trump hair.
7th grade dating photographer school pic
7th grade: WTF happened to my eyebrows? Apparently I had discovered tweezers…
8th grade dating photographer school pic
8th grade: Alright at least my eyebrows came back. But so did sweater vests.
( My mom says I’m getting better with age )

Alright, what say you?

Let’s fix up your online dating photos and meet you a new sweetie.

LET'S DO IT!
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