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I grew up in a very small town in upstate NY (the birthplace of Jell-O); went to college in New England; then migrated with a dozen classmates to SF. We're all still close, good friends.
I do my best thinking while in motion; I take long walks. Sitting and staring out the window, as I'm doing now, doesn't quite work. (Hence the flat profile.)
Contrary to my ridiculous charm, intelligence, good looks, and sexual prowess, I'm actually a very private person. I don't last long in noisy crowds; I've been told I'm quite appealing one-on-one, however.
How 'bout this:
-I can cook chicken and not dry it out. Usually.
-I know how to properly use semicolons
-I routinely put the toilet seat down
Because I edit books for a living, I don't do movies well. Stories take time to unfold. A rockin' soundtrack does not equal a good movie. (Frankly, the same can be said for cooking with butter.)
Music = jazz. Mostly. Although, listening to Beethoven's sixth the other day drove me to distraction. I was a heavy metal kid in high school, have been laid flat by the blues, have flirted with new country. I absolutely do not understand pop.
Food = anything that isn't moving on the plate. Sushi. A martini and raw oysters. A steak (rare, please). Fried in butter, no; sauteed with a little extra-virgin olive oil, absolutely. I'm philosophically undecided about organic. On the one hand, I'm all for it. But let's be honest--What did they DO to that organic asparagus to get it to me? Did they nestle it against the breast of a virgin and sing to it? Or did they perhaps wrap it in god knows what and bathe it in truck exhaust? Just sayin'.
A good steak
mind-numbing, eyes-crossing sex (yes, I said that out loud)
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(uh, hang on. I'm a bit distracted)
I've noticed that many of you ladies have had professional photos taken. Makes me wonder if I should do the same. Tell me, please.