[giggle] Well, that really, pretty much says it all. 
Okay. I’m a SBF, I can’t count but I know I’m over 21 because I remember when I turned 21 the challenge of drinking and not getting caught was just gone, and I was so disappointed :(. Anyway, I’m pretty damn smart and can be quite a smart aleck when I want to. Folks just take things too damn seriously, and they just need to lighten up IMHO. I’m short, as most folks are taller than me. I have hair on my head that I’m thinking of shaving completely off because it’s getting on my nerves. Besides the fact that total strangers feel at liberty to come up to me and put their hands in my hair :mad:, it gets caught in my zippers, gets in the way when I’m driving, walking, reading, writing, and it’s a royal pain in the ass to wash because it takes ten years to dry. [sigh] I probably won’t cut it, though, because you have to really maintain short hair, and I’m incredibly lazy. I have a real problem when it comes to book stores. Every time I go in one, I come out with at least one book; consequently, my house is overflowing to the rafters with books. I don’t know how much I weigh because that’s too many numbers for me to have to keep track of and I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count that high anyway. I have huge, innocent looking eyes. [innocent eyes] Strangers on the street, in stores, just about everywhere I go tell me they think I’m beautiful so that’s nice. Um, I am absent-minded because I usually have fifty thousand things I’m trying to do at the same time. I avoid religious folks as much as I can because I am not religious, though I respect other folks’ right to be religious, and I don’t want to be converted to X religion. I just love reading books, dancing, drinking, shopping, and spending time chattin’ and gigglin’ with my friends. Lessee, um, I just adore Southern accents. French, Spanish, Italian, and British accents are wonderful too.
Intelligent fellas with beautifully accented voices get me to fannin’ myself. Whoo-whee! I’d like to find me a fella who is employed, who is NOT a psycho, and who is not under the delusion that he can walk all over me, with whom I can have intelligent conversations, just do fun things like dancing,’ traveling, walking in the park . . . , and respect, and who will respect me. Ideally, this fella has a Southern or some kind of European accent, but no matter his accent, he should love to laugh and play and cook and clean and just do everything in his power to keep me gigglin’.