I am an old broad, but I can still learn new tricks (the pandemic proved that). I’m resourceful, tenacious, creative, flawed, curious, and confessional to a fault. I’m a devotee of intrinsic, rather than extrinsic, values. I don’t understand what a lot of the world gets into a kerfuffle about - we’re all just here to find love. Speaking of, my cup runneth over and someone should sop up some o' this.

Let’s just say I’ve done quite a bit of introspection on the ol’ self. It didn’t just start happening a couple years ago either, nay, nay. I’ve been rummaging through all the drawers and doors of the cabinet of curiosities that is my mind and I’ve been dredging up the old trunks mildewing in my soul. I found a marvelous eternal summer in the midst of a cold dark winter - to paraphrase Camus.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with vanilla. It’s floral, warm, comforting, nostalgic, and smells amazing. Imitation vanilla is the real problem, rather like those whose idea of sexual gratification is too often informed by porn.

Self pity is not attractive. There's a difference between self-deprecating humor and wallowing in a toxic self-sabotaging loop. On the other end of the spectrum smugness or snobbery are as much of a turnoff. Confidence and kindness are sexy.

I’m looking for more of a connection than I have found. I want someone who can meet me in the middle. I’ve made a study of human behavior and then applied those metrics to myself. Don’t think for a minute that you can get away with gimmicks or tricks, because I can smell bullshit from miles away. I won't admit it right away though.

For starters, have something to say. Make it something honest and we might get somewhere. Be willing to be vulnerable for Pete’s sake. Share with me and give me schtuff to mull over. Help me escape the bog of eternal stench that is my own head.

I want to know what’s on your mind. Tell me what you THINK and not what you think I’d like to hear. Bonus points for statements that make me go off on a tangent and get swept up in new ideas, until we’re volleying words back and forth and completely forget what we started talking about.