It seems to me that the algorithm has yet to be created that can predict true compatibility; if the connection is there, 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, to get silly and goofy, to dance around the kitchen as we cook together. 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 value a quick and ready wit and the ability to laugh at life. Banter is important.
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 guess you could say that I have a sentimental side, from that example, but I'm also a pretty edgy person. 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 my college-age daughter's lacrosse game if she plays in the greater Bay Area, shopping for your new patio furniture together, and providing a shoulder for you to lean on after you return from visiting your father in the hospital. Ideally, I'd be at that hospital bedside, too. 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.
People always wonder what my user name means. "Why are you UN Berkeley?" they ask. I'm playing with a stereotype of what people think of when they think of "Berkeley" (although I conform to a different stereotype): I wear heels, not Birkenstocks; Chanel, not patchouli; black, not tie dye. My car doesn't have bumper stickers all over it, my hair's not a wild gray mop, and I eat meat.
Of course, I also listen to NPR, am a raging Liberal, and continue to wonder what's so funny 'bout Peace, Love, and Understanding. Mystery solved, and now you'll have to find something else to ask me.