Who I am: a smart, funny, witty, fetching, creative woman in possession of one of the most fascinating weltanschauungs in the neighborhood. Plus I'm physically strong, helpful if I ever need to rescue someone pinned under a car in a head-on collision. And agile, helpful if I ever need to leap across the continental divide while being chased by Afghan rebels. And resourceful in the kitchen, the benefits being obvious.
My idea of a date: dinner, movie (indie or foreign preferred), a stimulating discussion on the failures of American foreign policy over coffee.
Here's what I can offer: my unadulterated, exuberant self. No more, no less, and what excites me is a man who can do the same.
My Ideal Person:
I'm attracted to men who are not only smart and literate, but who are funny, funny, funny. More important than money, money, money. No, seriously, if you can recite the love poems of Neruda, discuss the privatization of Iraq's natural resources, and make a joke about Bush's lapse into alcoholic drinking in his last days in office while we cycle to Nyack, you are DA MAN. If not, you may still be Da Man with other, similarly charming traits.
The last great book I read The Shock Doctrine by Naomi Klein.
My most humbling moment Realizing I'd never be President.
Favorite on-screen sex scene I'm holding my breath for the next great one.
The celebrity I resemble the most Pippi Longstocking
The best or worst lie I've ever told That I'd be ready in five minutes.
If I could be anywhere right now I'd be driving my Masserati down the Amalfi Coast. Or roasting marshmallows in my fireplace.
Five items I can't live without Heat. Hot water. Electricity. The New Yorker. My furry friends.
Fill in the blank: _____ is sexy; _____ is sexier. A dirty martini is sexy; Kool-Aid is sexier.
In my bedroom one will find... uh, not so fast.
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