I read fiction, science fiction, history, philosophy, science and just about anything else that hits my eye. I turn up the music really loud when I'm alone in my car and sing. I swear I sound just like Chrissy Hynde or Alison Krause until someone hears me. Then I devolve into Loretta Lynn. Ugh. (I'd appreciate if you'd keep quiet about that little fault of mine, too. Telling me isn't going to make me realize it any more acutely than I already do.)
I like to write with dip pens and bottled ink, even though I make a mess. My assistant always groans when I yell for the paper towels.
For keeps, I'd rather have a great guy who laughs a lot and has at least two brain cells to rub together. If he has four, that's even better. His having read a book in the last month or so will increase his desirability immensely, as will his superior grilling talents. Looks aren't an issue. Even if he looks like Brad Pitt, lack of intelligent conversation is going to make me flush him fast. I can't help it - truly smart guys are just plain sexy!
He must tolerate cats. He must be pleasant to my son, who is in college in New Orleans and doesn't make it home to spend time with his mom very often. (He comes home regularly to see his girlfriend, however.) He may not smoke, ever (I'm allergic, and self-consciously unattractive when my eyes and nose run and I wheeze). He must observe good dental hygiene. He must not fear being interrupted (or interrupting someone else), because that's how my family communicates, and when my family gets together we have a lot of fun.
I am shy, irreverent, and articulate. I'm a freethinker.