Skip below for one-liners. Here is a redacted narrative*:
An opinionated 52 year-old Jewish woman fights with an outdated sex symbol inside of me; meanwhile I wait to be swept off my feet by some spectacular natural disaster of a human being. Like you, I am a total nutjob, rarely alone: another microcosm of arrogance in a self-perpetuating pool o' squishy stuff.
Part-time slave, full-time artist, Don Giovanni, and recently a bad-ass until I kicked my own ass.
I gravitate toward people who demand effort, not a lot of work.
Used to want to change the world, but now I just want to leave the house with a little bit of dignity.
Judging conversation by the effect it has on others, not its contribution to our self-esteem
When life throws at you lemmings - make fur coat with scarf to match.
I don't understand boredom.
I believe in compassion. Takers?
Life is too short for boring food, cheap fragrance, and bad sex.
I don't tolerate stupidity, especially that of others. I am a licensed hedonist in 4 states. I'm a crude intellect with a refined sense of humor. The word 'deserve' makes me ill. I'm frequently annoying, but never obnoxious. Like any good Western, I spot rugged individualism, offer at least one good chase scene, and have a great score. I'm diagnosed combination ADD-OCD; I can't focus on the things I obsess over.
*This is me on dating QVC. Actual results may vary.