Cart Girl of the Month: Summer 2014

Jamie Weir
Quail Creek Golf Club

Hometown: Denver City, Texas

How long have you been a cart girl? A year and a half

In 10 years you would like to be: Living in the mountains somewhere beautiful and far away, where I would grow my own produce and raise my own livestock.

The most interesting fact about yourself: I tend to have a tomboy personality with an inappropriate sense of humor, but I’m actually a total hopeless romantic at heart.

Favorite foods: Green curry chicken. I could live off it. I also love a good burger, spaghetti and all veggies, especially broccoli.

If you had more time, you would: Travel around
to visit friends and family in and out of the country.

The next risk you want to take is: Learn how
to drive a motorcycle and eventually own one.

Favorite music: I love so many different genres of music, so I’ll just name a few artists that never get old to me: Fleetwood Mac, Death Cab for Cutie, Kaskade, Circa Survive, Damien Rice, Bright Eyes, Cherub, Modest Mouse and Frank Sinatra.

Turn-ons: Someone with class who has a witty sense of humor, a fit body and knows how to treat a lady.

Turn-offs: Insensitivity, insincerity, narcissists
and people with bad manners.

Fantasy person to date: Someone with all the good qualities I like in someone and none of the bad qualities, with nice eyes, a cute smile and a hot bod!

What man’s age is too old to date? Love is limitless, so if the situation is right, then age won’t matter, as long as you’re young at heart. However, I doubt I’ll be dating anyone near my parents’ age or older, but you never know.

The best ways to impress you are: Be a gentleman, make me laugh and scratch my back. If you scratch my back, there’s no telling what you’ll get out of me!

Interests: Biking, hiking, reading, scuba, snow skiing, dancing, cooking, laughing with friends, film, live music, traveling, my beautiful family and my adorable cat, Percy.

Biggest tip: A lady never reveals her secrets.

College: Texas State University

Worst pick-up line: They’re all bad in my book. Just be real with me, please.