--Hannah Jelks, _Night of the Iguana_
Note added in proof: If you think we might like each other but we're physically separated, my mobility becomes a factor. My younger son, alas, will be departing for college painfully soon (major sniff) and since I do much of my work by internet, I may just fly off in your direction with the right inducement.
I’m loquacious with friends, easily pleased by stacks of vegetables with appropriate lighting, often distracted by glacial meadows or Sylvia Plath quotations…Once when trying to drive back to Boston I ended up in Connecticut because my passenger and I were chatting about the Categorical Imperative. I'll gladly wander galleries, taste fermented grapes, step onto heavier-than-air winged vehicles kept aloft by flimsy theories about partial vacuums, learn another language, jump off a bridge, or marry again, if the company is right.
I have one son with me half the time (the other is in college). I’m totally objective about my boys and they’re quite ordinary and they rate to win about three Nobel Prizes before they can vote. One of them already came in fourth in a ping-pong tournament. And by the way, I'm a child-crazy lunatic. Having more in my life would be a thrill, no matter how they arrive.
I'm active. I x-c ski and climb things and lift other things and remove sticky jar lids in a forceful and assertive manner, well into the aerobic zone. Feel the burn.
I believe that successful long-term romance requires a deep and abundant fund of good will that grows with challenge and adversity. I believe there is a higher model of love than the "Exchange" Relationship I see everywhere, in which getting becomes expected and giving becomes begrudged. I believe in a "Gift" Relationship in which both give and nurture and support and guard without calculation, without expectation, almost without thought. I have not achieved it yet, but I hope.
I seem to do well with brainy (or ultra-brainy) women with absurdly esoteric interests who like to wear dresses sometimes even if it's not a date night. Please write to me; either way, have a marvelous day and life.
I've actually received some feedback about this section. Apparently some people regard it as "desperate," rather than "amusing," as I intended it. Well fine. If you've just been released from the Women's Correctional Center in Purdy, please hold off for 24 hours.