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. Telling me isn't going to make me realize it any more acutely than I already do.) At the moment, Mumford & Sons is on heavy rotation in my playlist. I love what those British boys do with the banjo!
I like to write with dip pens and bottled ink, even though I make a mess. I make lots of messes, actually, But I tend to clean them up, too.
For keeps, I'd like 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 an interesting book recently 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!
The right guy will at least tolerate my geriatric cats. He will be pleasant to my son, who is in college and doesn't make it home to spend time with his mom very often. He won't smoke, ever. (I'm allergic, and self-consciously unattractive when my eyes and nose run and I wheeze - Sorry, cigar aficionados. While the aroma brings back wonderful memories of my favorite grandfather, the smoke wants to kill me.)
The right guy will observe good dental hygiene. He won't fear being interrupted (or interrupting someone else), because he'll have interesting things to say and will like to listen to others.