I am over 35, single, woman. I went to school to be a "professional"woman, but was expelled when I failed to bake an edible cake from scratch and when I couldn't master the art of cheerfully listening to a man bloviate for hours without telling him to shut the fuck up. I am interesting in having fun with other women, but I cannot guarantee
unadulterated fun. There might be times when we all are stuck in traffic on our way to dinner, when we are stuck in an elevator together, or when one of us has a loved one who is very ill. Then there are times when a bad mood inexplicably strikes one of us. We all deal with these trying times by listening, empathizing and giving advice. It's called being friends.
I know that many are seeking or have romance in this group and I wouldn't turn that away either. But what I really miss is some people to hang with, so that we can both share the amusement when we see an aging Romeo vainly attempt to cover his bald spot with a wave of hair, only to have the wind blow it back again. Things like that are just
too good to experience alone. As you might gather, I have an unconventional sense of humor and I love comics like Bill Maher, Dave Chappelle, Eddie Izzard and Margaret Cho. I like punk rock, jazz, deep house music, and psychedelic rock. When I was a girl, I wantedto grow up to be Janis Joplin. Now I just want to marry both James
Gandolfini and Edie Falco when I grow up, because I think that they are the couple with the most beautiful chemistry on the screen since Becall and Bogart.
I like breakfast the least of all, though I always eat it, and midnight snacks the best, although I try to avoid them for dieting purposes. I've always wondered what Jim Morrison would've been like had he been born female. I miss Rick James like hell, even though he was a convicted rapist. I hate, hate, hate reality shows because they are banal, except the one that is scheduled to debut this November called "Bush Loses the Election Again---This Time It's For Real!"
Well, that's all for now. I don't want to exhaust you. I look
forward to having each of you talk exhaust me.
peace, B----
p.s. Julia Child, RIP.