I'm liberated enough to hold my own in an argument, but not so liberated I wouldn't let you get my cat out of a tree. Actually, my cat has never even climbed a tree. I'm just trying to make a point here. (UPDATE: Tragically, 'Sera' is no longer with me. may she rest in peace.)

Child of the late 60's & 70's. I guess I'm a hybrid...city-girl meets country girl meets civil rights advocate meets Peace Corps volunteer-- not that I actually worked in the Peace Corps. My passive nature argues with my aggressive side, I guess.

Let's see, what else...

I'm a native Californian transplanted in a God-forsaken, Republican wasteland. O.K., maybe that's a little harsh...the mountains and wildlife are stunning, the potatoes (yes, spelled with an 'e') to die for. It's the narrow-minded people that leave me bewildered.

I would have made a great lawyer for the ACLU... I love drifting off on conversational tangents (the more unconventional, the better), love anything to do with water (whitewater rafter, water ski, fish, new surfer), and love to travel. I play a mean game of ping pong, a slow round of golf, and am captivated by the theatre. I can be funny when inspired.

Trivial Asset: I'm a good speller and I don't know why. Try putting that on your resume. It just doesn't look right. Thing is, of all the contributions I would have hoped to make in the world, this is not the gift I would have circled on the order form. Anyway...go ahead, ask me to spell anything, anything at all. I won't cheat, I promise.

Non-sequitur: People who like jazz must be smarter than I am.

Finally, all this talk about me feels narcissistic (hope I spelled that right).

I'd like to meet a man who is intelligent but not pompous, funny but not juvenile. A dreamer, a do-er that will inspire me to do likewise. I hope to inspire you too.

Honest, loyal. You don't have to be a saint (I'm not). An honorable rascal would be nice-- kinda like me.

Obviously, a political junkie. Someone who's automatic response isn't, "Well, it could be worse." To me, that's an excuse for doing nothing.

Literate...(you must be, you're here). If you've actually contacted your Congressional Representative or wrote a letter to the Editor about anything, that would be admirable.

You must be available, which evidently means different things to different people. So there is no confusion, my definition would be one of the following:
-----single, which means never married or widowed; or
-----separated, which means living in separate homes, there is no chance of reconcilliation; or
-----divorced...the papers have been signed, thank God/Allah/your Higher Power it is over.
(((For the definition of 'is', email me or former President Clinton. I'm so glad we cleared this up! I had no idea this would be such an issue.)))

Just be interesting and interested in me too. I love to laugh and respond to clever banter. Share common interests and beliefs, but also expand my horizons politically, culturally, spiritually.

Confession: I have a thing for long hair and well-developed (not steroid developed) arms...like you actually use them to look that good. This is certainly not mandatory though.

If you even remotely fit these parameters and bathe regularly, we'll probably get along great.

Oh...please understand that I smoke. If that's a problem, I'm probably not the person for you.