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, try to be decent whenever possible. 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. And 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.