On the run from my hometown in the American South, I spent my early adulthood in Paris, where I earned a graduate degree in Philosophy, drank copious amounts of red wine, and learned to curse in Italian. I've earned my way as an editor, ghostwriter, high school teacher and bartender. Recently returned to graduate school, I'm a psychotherapist in private practice. I love my work.
I lose track of time in bookstores, on wilderness trails, in good conversation and at jazz concerts. I'm a crossword puzzle addict. I hate oil spills, graft and hurricanes, but often return to New Orleans to take in the music and spirit of the city and to visit family. I have a clean criminal record, an autocratic cat, a nascent herb garden and a ridiculously large shoe collection.
The man I'm looking for is seriously smart, and finds me irresistible. He's soulful, probably laughs easily, and when he does I love the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. He needn't be conventionally handsome, but his physical presence moves me. He's probably well read, worldly, and isn't easily intimidated. He has strong opinions, but ideologues bore him. He has probably never voted Republican. He loves sex. He gets me in ways almost no one else does. He might have a child with whom I fall in love.