If the connection is there, I think a lot of little details can be negotiated or overlooked. Sometimes that connection is intellectual; sometimes it's physical. Sometimes it manifests itself through a shared sense of humor, and sometimes through a similar outlook on life. I'm hoping to win the jackpot: a connection on all those levels, transcending chemistry and becoming alchemy, and I look forward to having the feeling that all the blood in my veins has been replaced with liquid fire when we kiss. I like to talk about ideas and current events as well as to get silly and goofy. I don't believe in living an unconscious life, but I love to shriek with laughter and find a reason to do so often. I have a well-developed taste for the absurd and a serious love of kitsch. I used to be the kind of person who never passed a kid's lemonade stand without buying a cup, but some little bastard sold me a tiny dixie cup of lemonade for $1.50 today, and I may have to re-think that.
Apparently a lot of women talk about their Scrabble chops. So: I'm terrible at Scrabble. Your dog could beat me. I get too impatient and bored, and my idea of a great word is one that "opens up the board"--usually some obscure word that uses a lot of letters and lets me gloat about my vocabulary--but it turns out that each letter is only worth one point, and I'm not on any double point letter or word spaces, so the whole thing is worth 6 points. Then my opponent squeezes one letter into a tight spot, which happens to be a triple word scoring spot and makes like three words and picks up 48 points. And one of them's not even a real word anywhere but the Scrabble dictionary. And . . . well, you get the picture. The point is if you're looking for some challenging Scrabble competition, I'm not your girl, but if winning a game of Scrabble by a margin of at least 200 points makes you feel smart, you should totally date me. The downside is I'm likely not to want to play. But you can rest secure knowing that you would have whupped my ass.
I have been wearing Chanel 19 every day of my life since I was twenty. I like to think that some day, many years from now, when I have been dead a long time, someone will smell it and think of me. I'm not the slightest bit spiritual and have a zero tolerance policy towards jargon. Although I like the outdoors, I'm a real urbanite.
I'm gregarious and vivacious, social and flirtatious. Animated and warm and have a highly individual style. But I'm comfortable in my own skin and have the ability to not be lonely just because I'm alone. Friendships mean a lot to me and I feel lucky to have so many good friends in my life. I have maintained several friendships with exes and am close friends with my ex-husband; I think life is too short to be spent angrily.
I would like to be in a real relationship, one in which, in addition to the toe-curling sex--and plenty of it--there would be things like watching your nephew in his school play, or watching someone's friend's sister's attempt to break into the comedy business, shopping for your new patio furniture together, or providing a shoulder for you to lean on after you return from visiting your father in the hospital. I am the world's most awesome girlfriend: thoughtful, kind, generous, affectionate, funny, and always up for an adventure. Your boss will be charmed; your friends will tell you how lucky you are. I am not looking for someone who shares every one of my interests, and I don't expect to share all of yours. I'm looking for someone to complement me, not someone to complete me.