Do I tell you that I use passports until they wear out, speak a few languages, and have a larger than average collection of swords that I use regularly? Or do I confess that I know little music written post 1985, can quote the Six Million Dollar Man more readily than Game of Thrones, and sometimes go so long without washing my car that people leave notes thinking it's been abandoned?
Hard to know which way to go.
I could mention that I love camping, and I organize a few trips a year that involve dragging half the people I know to a hillside to keep me company around a fire; I suppose finding out whether you consider that confession self-deprecating or self-aggrandizing would tell me something about you. I've been through the desert on a horse with no name (or if he had one, I chose not to learn it, because it made for a better story). And I spend more time contemplating Shakespeare than reality television - but that might make you run screaming, so forget I said that.
What I should mention is that being a mom is an important part of my life, in which I find great joy and take much pride. I've just got one son (age 9), but I try to make the most I can out of the parenting experience.
I live in Santa Monica, because to me it's got the best of LA in one, walkable community. I spent a decade in London and go back for work in Europe most summers. My family, friends, and wonderful neighbors fill me with joy (which is why I coerce them all into sleeping in tents periodically....) In short, my life is great - but it sure would be fun to share it with a man. That might mean a few lovely evenings or more than a few - there's really only one way to find out, right?