Woman out in the world, taking a peak.
I really don't like talking about myself, but since they're making me do it, I have to write a couple more lines... Just bear with me.
How about some poetry? Yeats is always nice to read:
HAD I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
There, something worth while... I really like Yeats...

Speaking of Portuguese, E. B. Browning's "Sonnets from the Portuguese" have actually nothing to do with anything remotely Portuguese. The lady just felt like it, which is a good enough reason in my view of things. But if you're interested in the subject, Google Fernando Pessoa for some world-class Portuguese poetry.

Working, networking, figuring out problems and solving enigmas.

Some things. I suck at others and am average on most, just like everybody else.

I'm kind of sparkly.

Read Faust at age 7, love Sylvian, Murnau, and fruit.

Sunshine, the sea, rainbows and puppies, horror movies, food and water. Wait, that's seven.

Every single little detail. That's generally why I keep running into lamps.

Typically doing something ... or not

I used to be a terrible cook.

You are a straightforward, strong man who can appreciate a straightforward, strong woman.