I give money to street musicians regardless of the quality of their music. When my friend’s dog died, I called her every day to check in. If you’re working on a tight deadline, I’d drive to your place to make you lunch because you’ll forget to eat otherwise. There’s something about giving that is simply more rewarding than receiving. But of course I may be highly biased here. I meditate for an hour each day and have so many books that I have to regularly give them away. I live life with a sense of trust that I’m in the right place at the perfect time. Still, that doesn’t mean that I’m not always trying to improve. I’m infinitely curious – one of those triple major types in college- and tend to ask people blunt questions like “Do you think your own religion is the only true one?” or “Did you want to kick your boss when you didn’t get that promotion?” Sure, I have a silly side, but you’re more likely to hear about my take on the macroeconomic prospect in Myanmar than hearing my thoughts on the Kardashians. I’m the woman who gives free hugs to strangers, and gets moved by birds in the park and candlelight Christmas carols. The right guy is going to get this – and all the amazing stuff that comes along with my love and devotion.

Making a paper airplane out of it and finding ways to ride it to the moon. Cooking marinated sunshine. Biking with my dog. Making happiness jars for my friends. Playing guitar in the Rock Creek Park on sunny Saturdays...

While these serious endeavors keep me busy, in my free time I'm tending the material well-being of countries. I have big dreams. I hope you do too!

Giving hugs;
pretending to be wise;
loving deeply;
advising people on complicated matters as if I knew better;
creating new ideas...

Ask PEOPLE.

Music: my favorite musician is Leonard Cohen; I put on his Pandora station as my work-out music and that greatly saddens my trainer. Apparently you are not supposed to exercise with a dreadful, depressing, slow bass voice behind you. Who knew.

Books: too many to count. This year among my favorites are The Art of Racing in the Rain and the autobiography of St Thérèse of Lisieux.

Food: anything made with love and care.

Everything under the Sun, and a few things in the dark.

Why does everybody write "out with friends at a bar" in this one? As if any other answer is illegal here. Is that what everybody actually doing on a Friday night? Lol... How boring. This is a very strange town...

Admit?! Come on, a "private thing" is not a crime. There's nothing I'm not willing to talk about. Just ask.

For a relationship to be enriching for both of us, we shall share the same fundamental goals in life. I'm here on this planet to grow as a person and to serve the world. If you echo that, then we can talk. Other than the big stuff, small things do matter. For example, you indulge me when I ask silly things like “Why do zebras have stripes?” You’ll still finish my broccoli cheddar soup even when there’s too much salt in it. You enjoy biking down the Rock Creek Park, but you’re fine with the fact that I sometimes just want to watch the sunset. You laugh when I sniff you like a puppy. You lie on the grass with me while we make up stories about the clouds. You’ll explain to me why the British Embassy has red walls but green windows as we walk by. You call me while traveling in South Africa just to say good night. You notice that I’m tired from a day of hiking and ask me if I’m okay and need a breather. You’ll hang an “I love you” sign outside my window when I wake up in the morning. You feel like we’ve known each other forever, and that while we are both individuals, deep down, we are united and one.