** Update **
Be honest about your needs and how you hope to fulfill them. You're far less likely to hurt a nice girl like me when you are. If your goal is to hurt nice girls like me, then you're a hopeless asshole and you get what you deserve in the long run.

That is all. Now carry on if you're not a hopeless asshole. :)

Okay, gentlemen; allow me to make this easy on you.

I'm not going to answer the question "What are you looking for?" anymore. Dont ask. I want one man. He should be just for me, and I will be just for him. That's my goal here.

WHO I'm looking for:

You're confident in who you are and what you want.
You're open minded to other people's ways of thinking even if they're not the same as your own.
You're charming, talkative, and relaxed.
You can welcome change.
You like passionate, sensual, primal, and sometimes downright dirty sex.
You like doing it with the same person... Often.
You can handle me. Not an easy task.

WHO you're looking for:

I'm impetulant, coy, sarcastic, and a chronic wise ass. I like to laugh, and do it often. Sometimes at other people's expense.
I prefer a dominant man. It makes me feel safe when the trust is there.
I'm a big kid at heart. I still love going to Wonderland and seeing how many rides I can do in one day.
I'm cute.
I smile and laugh often.
I'm romantic and appreciate gestures.
I'm sexually liberated. I enjoy many many things.
I want sex often. Lots of it.
I have no patience for bullshit. If I think you're full of it, I'll tell you.

Be real. I will be. And no one ends up hurt.

Comprende?

Awesome. We will get along just fine if you actually got this far.

Taking over the world. Don't ask me to tell you about the plans... Because then I'd have to kill you.

Mom stuff
My job
Singing
Dancing
Telling stories (in 11th grade, I had a group of grade 9's totally enthralled by my modern English version of MacBeth. I'm not kidding)
Making people laugh
Making amazing meals with whatever I've got in my fridge & cupboards
Kicking ass
Taking names

My eyes and my smile/lips.

Music is life.

Here are a few of my faves, but the list is far too long to complete here:

The Tragically Hip, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Big Wreck, Anything involving Ian Thornley, Pearl Jam, The Doors, Alexisonfire, City & Colour, Anything involving Dallas Green, Michael Franti, Beyoncee, Bif Naked, Fiona Apple, Amy Winehouse, Linkin Park, Killswitch Engage, Joss Stone, Maroon 5, Sam Roberts, Of Montreal, Little Dragon, The Beastie Boys, Rage Against the Machine, wicked guitar solos, crazy drums, and beats that make me want to dance. :-)

Books: I read anything - really. I haven't had the time to invest in novels lately, so I've been devouring National Geographic and writing my own pieces instead.

Movies: all things funny, thought provoking, or with explosions.

I break rules. These are not things I can't live without. They are things I COULD live without but just don't want to. EVER. Here are some of them:

My family (even my three big brothers who pick on me relentlessly), My Friends, A journal, Music, Making out, Thunderstorms on a Sunday morning, Dark roast coffee, Skor Bars, A good shoulder massage by strong hands, My phone, Walking in the woods away from civilization, Urban adventures, Road trips to pretty much anywhere, A nice lean medium rare steak, A cold beer on a hot day, Sunsets over the water, Skyscrapers, Mountains, Shoes, Just the right nail polish colour for to match that outfit, Video games, Swing sets, Those perfect bras that are comfy AND make the girls look AMAZING... I could keep going but you've stopped reading at this point.

Sex. Brazen, huh? ;)

Whatever it is... I'm enjoying myself. :)

I sing along to Bohemian Rhapsody in a very cheesy dramatic falsetto. Almost every time I hear it. Unless I'm listening to my iPod on the bus. Then I just do the headbanging part like in Wayne's World. People seem to dig it.

If you approach life with honesty and a sense of humor.

You need a sense of humor to tolerate the likes of me.

Also if you're not an arrogant prick. I'm tired of those guys - and there are PLENTY here. Confidence and arrogance are not the same boys.

Confidence = Sexy
Arrogance = Ugly

Just keep that little gem in mind next time you catch yourself fixing your hair in a storefront window as you walk by and repeat this phrase:

I must not be a douchebag.

It will save you from your sad, sorry self.