Look, let's not pretend.
We're too damned old and too cynical (and if you're not, then shove off, cupcake) to play make-believe.
I ain't no Angie Jolie, but I more than make up for this fact with certain skills and knowledge (go on--it's okay to use your imagination). I suppose I should caution any/all pervs out there to NOT misinterpret the prior statement as a coded invitation (please see second statement).
I'm looking for a partner in crime; i.e., a man who is ready (i.e., has both an IQ > his shoe size and his ego in check), willing (sane), and able (fiscally competent, if not secure).
Where to start...where to end?!?!
The last book I paid money for and put on my bookshelf was "Unseen Academicals."
The last movie that didn't make me regret having spent 2 hours of my life in a darkened room with a bunch of complete strangers was "The King's Speech."
The last bit of music I sang along with (albeit off-key) was "Go Outside."
I rely more (a little too much) on my iPhone for entertainment (what else is a person to do on an hourlong commute?). Although, many podcasts can be fatuous, long-winded, and/or pointless; there are a couple of gems out there.
Since it's impossible to find good sushi in these parts, that's what I look for when I get back to Chicago.
Who knew smoked eel could be so damned delectable?!?
Cecil (doglet #1).
Petunia (doglet #2).
A good pair of scissors.