I'm smart, educated, good-looking (even if I say so myself), entertaining and in-shape European. I'm a writer and an educator.
Sure, attractiveness is important. However, as they say, the mind is the greatest aphrodisiac. So I'm looking for someone who appreciates privacy and companionship, who enjoys reading and talking, film and theater, someone who is ready to entertain new ideas and who won't fall of a chair in horror when she comes across something unfamiliar. It's getting harder and harder to have intelligent conversations these days because people feel obliged to start screaming or marching out of restaurants the moment they hear an opinion with which they disagree. I have no interest in spending time with purveyors of politically correct bromides.
So ideas are important. Conversation is important. Spontaneity is important. Being unconventional is important. Being a non-conformist (in the best non-religious sense) is important. And imagination is important. They are bloody hard to find singly; in combination, they are well-nigh impossible. Oh, well, hope springs eternal.
I must confess I'm sick to death of the social media, Facebook, iPhone, Twitter world we're all obligated to swim in these days. I prefer the real thing: real people, real conversations, real play. I need something with zest and bite, something that gets me out of bed in the morning. Facebook doesn't do that; nor does any virtual community.
Also, isn't there anyone out there who doesn't insist on removing every single follicle of body hair? I don't think I'm being perverse in finding natural women both feminine and sexy. Why this American obsession to depilate and denature? It's naturalness that makes people unique; fakery makes everyone like everyone else, and who needs that?
But, then, I've long considered it a hopeless struggle. Forty years ago, Germaine Greer wrote that "Men who do not want their women shaved and deodorized into complete tastelessness are powerless against women's own distaste for their bodies." So there.