So here it is. The mandatory section. The one that determines whether or not you'll want to send me a message. The one space where I define what it's like to live in this body, with this brain, seeing these things. That's a lot of pressure.

I am witty, gorgeous, and dorky

Terribly exciting things.

Almost everything. Especially being vague.

My good teeth, curly locks, glasses, and the ability to cut a man down with a casual glance.

Today I was asked my favorite place. Of course, there are many but here is the one I chose:

There is a parking garage on the top level of which you can see out onto the city. The view is nice and so is looking down at the traffic below. But what makes this my favorite place these days, is that there have been some of the most lovely sunsets mingling with intimate conversations atop said structure. Perhaps this could be made only better with the addition of some raggedy, old couches for flumping.

The books, movies, music, and all that? Let's just say we can say that later.

I swear, this heading just said "What I think about while masturbating." Was it just me? Am I just thinking about masturbating right now? Well, yes.

But that's not an invitation. Unless you've already been invited. If you're not sure whether you've been invited or not, you haven't.

Just in case this question is still about six things I couldn't do without, you may recall they are:

Ear plugs.

Food.

Blankets.

Showers.

Reading material.

Art.

How I can get into Valhalla.

Engaged in shenaigans. What else did you expect?

I love a properly made bed.

You actually want to have a real conversation that won't devolve into sexual innuendo and false promises and lies and weirdness.