Here are some qualities I'm looking for in a partner in crime: He's gotta be smart. I'm talking inquisitive, book-reading, and thinking kind of smart. He doesn't need a doctorate in advanced astrophysics or have π memorized to 150 decimal places, but I want to be able to have rational conversations with him, and express myself without being asked to use smaller words (it really happened). He should also be a wit. I love humour, and especially wit. I'm a bit turned off by sarcasm in general, though, as I feel it smacks of cruelty and I think that's too easy. It takes smarts to be a wit, any ol' jack-ass can be sarcastic. I won't date a Republican or even a Libertarian, but the guy I want does need to take interest in the world around him. He should be a bit sophisticated. He should know how to behave amongst the nobs, which fork to use, appreciate a good port, and realize how much more sublime Tanner Krolle is than Louis Vuitton. But he should not be prissy. I want a guy who can appreciate a good dive bar, who can roll up his sleeves and get dirty when he needs to, and who enjoys the occasional camping trip or three-day concert. He should be sweet, affectionate, assuring, considerate, and a bit sentimental, all without being saccharine or overly emotional. And I want him to be broad-minded and open to new or different ideas whether exploring various kinds of kink, trying a new cuisine, or when I drag him to a retrospective of French New Wave cinema. My guy should also be a romantic and appreciate my gestes de l'amour. I don't like schlocky romance, though. Chocolate-dipped hybridized strawberries and mediocre sparkling wine is far less impressive to me than gathering wild strawberries and eating them snuggled together on a fallen log in the forest. Great hair that I can run my fingers through is a plus, as is anyone who can keep me in regular supply of Amedei chocolate.
A few months ago, I was retained as campaign manager for a progressive Democrat in a very red county, in my very red state. Counter to popular wisdom, we're doing very well, and I'm convinced we can win in November.
I love books. No, I LOVE books. I have tons around me, and picking a favourite book would be akin to a parent picking out a favourite child. I love English mysteries, books on personal development (as opposed to self-help), historical non-fiction, philosophy, and old travel essays. Some of my fave authors include Tom Robbins, John Mortimer, Richard Brautigan, Evelyn Waugh, oh and a bunch more.
I love the indys and art house film. I often list these as some of my favourite films: Orlando, Waiting for the Moon, The Theory of Flight, Anything with Katharine Hepburn in it, Kundun, The Linguini Incident, Sleeper, Slaves of New York, Un Coeur en Hiver, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, ...
Indy, Post-Punk, Blues, Jazz, Classical, New Wave, Opera, and Alternative are the genres I most often listen to. The National, MGMT, Bowie(!), White Stripes, Keb Mo, The Cure, Miles Davis, Mozart, Chopin, Bettye Lavette, Puccini, Verdi, The Eels, Cat Stevens, Pat Barber, Razorlight, Better Than Ezra, George Harrison, Nina Simone, Echo and the Bunnymen, Franz Ferdnand, Jonny Lang, Pink Martini, The Vaselines, Buddy Guy, Scissor Sisters, Chet Baker, Ian Shaw, Manhattan Transfer, Rolling Stones, and the like get frequent play on my ipod.
I love to eat. Sometimes I regret being a vegetarian, but I still find plenty to over-indulge in skipping the meat. As you might have suspected from my profile, I can be a bit of a snob when it comes to gastronomy, I hate when bad things happen to good food. I've always said that if I had to choose only one cuisine to eat for the rest of my life it would be Indian, with a slight preference for southern Indian fare.
A Curious Mind
(I know, I know, but I did well narrowing my list down to just seven items.)
These are, of course, above the absolute essentials of Maslow's hierarchy.