Friday, July 09, 2004 :::
LOST: My girl. If you find her I know you'd keep her for yourself
I am a: woman
Seeking a: man
Interested In: Dating, Serious relationship
Age: 29
Location: New York, New York
Country: United States
Area Code: 212
Occupation: Creative Marketing
Education: College Degree
Ethnicity: Caucasian Duotone
Religion: a jewishchristian remix
Star Sign: Virgo
Relationship Status: Single
Have Children: No
Want Children:
MY GOODS
Height: 5' 3"
Weight: 100 lbs
Hair: Blonde
Eye Color:
MY HABITS
Cigarettes Never
Booze: Sometimes
Drugs:
Self-love:
Self-deprecation: Sometimes
YOU
Age Between: 29 - 37
Within: 10 miles
YOUR GOODS
Height: 5' 8" - 6' 4"
YOUR HABITS
Cigarettes: Sometimes OK
Booze: Always OK
Drugs: Sometimes OK
Self-love Sometimes OK
Self-deprecation: Sometimes OK
BEST OR WORST LIE EVER TOLD
"I'll pass on the dessert menu" or, "I really want to grow with your company."
IF I COULD BE ANYWHERE AT THE MOMENT
In a clawfoot bathtub, under a waterfall, at Stan's Flea Market in Saratoga Springs, in a hammock on the beach in Barbuda (no, not Barbados) or a blanket on Blueberry Hill.
SONG OR ALBUM THAT PUT ME INTO THE MOOD
Morcheeba, Zero 7, Fiona, Miles Davis, Vivaldi in the morning, especially in the spring.
THE FIVE ITEMS I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT
A nightlight, the top drawrer of my nightstand, a felt tip pen that bleeds blue and purple on tissue paper, my sister, voicemail
IN MY BEDROOM YOU'LL FIND
A pair of wings above my head, lots of floating candles, tons of magazines: think shabby chic meets elle woods.
WHY YOU SHOULD GET TO KNOW ME
Because I know the difference between 'I' and 'Us'.
Because I sometimes change color but rarely green or red.
Because I've been there and back again but I'm not jaded.
Because I tell good stories.
Because I'm honest but I don't leave marks.
Because I cry during Volkswagon commercials.
Because I won't cry if you spill wine on my favorite dress.
Because pink really is my favorite color.
MORE ABOUT WHAT I AM LOOKING FOR
Someone who is smart but not jeopardy smart.
Someone who understands the importance of breakfast on the weekdays and brunch on the weekends.
Someone who knows when to analyze, and when just to enjoy it for what it is.
Someone who does not skip dessert before asking.
Someone who loves holidays and does not blame Hallmark.
Someone who is not reminiscing about their college days.
Someone who gets me, but doesn't know me better than I know myself.
Someone who wants to hold my hand.
Update: Although I appreciate the sentiment, I take as much notice to a wink as I do to someone whistling at me on the street. So please don't.
Alors les mecs, interessés?
::: posted by Tranxenne at 11:39 AM

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