I am in a constant state of push and pull between living simply and desiring luxury. I am quite comfortable in my modest home in the hood, but yearn for fine dining, expensive clothes and lavish vacations. I will be the first to sign up for a week long paddling vacation in the Boundary Waters, but would hard-pressed to choose it over a week in Italy in fine clothing and hotels. I wear my chacos just as much as I do my knee high, six inch heels. I'll sit in the outfield bleachers and drink shit beer and make an ass of myself or share the owner's suite while employing impeccable manners.
I'm quite particular about what I'm looking for. Someone who values their career and takes it seriously is very attractive to me. Confidence is required. Goofiness is a huge plus. Attractive? Yes, please.
I read a horoscope once that closed with the statement, "The partner of a libra-monkey should avoid jealousy as they avoid the plague." While I don't put a lot of stock in horoscopes, or am really looking for a partner, this statement is very accurate for me. If you can't hang with that, it won't work. Seriously. Double Seriously.
Another thing...I don't get why some people look so angry in their photos. I want to see you smile, for fuck's sake. I know you smile...sometimes...right?? Jesus, I hope so.
Also, do you really mean "sarcasm" when you talk about your sense of humor? Don't you mean witty? Are all you assholes really using sarcasm as your main source of humor. How dull! How pessimistic! How lame! You can be funny without sarcasm. Sarcasm sucks. End sarcasm rant.