A friend, whom I hold in high esteem, recently called me, "the nicest fucking person on the planet." I wouldn't go that far but I, dark humor aside, am pretty fucking nice. I'm intellectually curious and, I like to think, fairly bright--and yet I have a spotty academic record and have done some stupid things in the past. I try my damnedest to learn from my mistakes. I am constantly working on my shortcomings. I try to count my blessings every day, because I actually do lead a pretty charmed life.
Perhaps the most extraordinary thing about me is my circle of friends. I'm an awesome friend to a select number of awesome people. I cherish them, even if I don't always say so. I am fun to be around, but I also need my space.
I crave open lines of communication. I fall down on this sometimes myself, but it's what I'm striving for. Someone who will tell me like it is, tactfully yet truthfully. Without resorting to innuendo or insults--always with the best of intentions.
I want someone who's grown in and out of relationships, who is complete with or without me...or anyone else, for that matter. Someone intelligent, strong, and funny...yet humble. Someone whose pain has manifested itself into compassion rather than bitterness. Someone ambitious...for life's passions not for money. Someone who appreciates culture, but isn't a snob about it. A grown up without being stuffy. That enjoys Disneyland. Spur of the moment road trips. And Mystery Science Theater 3000. Quick-witted, warm, and who is OK with lazing about in our undies on a Sunday watching football until we finally decide we want to go to Venice and people-watch over lunch. Someone kinda like me. But maybe with boobs.