Family, friends, bartenders, waitresses, gas station attendants, retail employees, my hair stylist and random strangers in an elevator would observe I was getting seconds in the sarcasm line when God was passing out magnetism, wit, charm and A personalities.
Do you have a sense of humor? Are you willing to use it? Not "use it" like you use your cherry and olive pitter, rarely and with caution, but "use it" with the careless abandon of jamming to your favorite song when nobody (or everybody) is watching. You don't have to be funny, you just need to be able to detect humor. I'll kindly explain jokes after the comedy club, dinner party, TV show or trip to Costco, but I'd rather spend that time plotting our next impossibly fun adventure. High fives should come just as easily to you as hugs.
I have the 3rd best job in the world, which revolves around luxury goods, so I'm just as unflappably capable at a black tie event as I am in my obnoxiously crafted flat-brim Ducati hat. You'll need to enjoy both or be really good at faking it.
We'll work best if you're independent, decisive, opinionated, playful, fun, witty, sarcastic, know how to flirt, put a moderate-to-high value on chemistry, you're an accomplished communicator and you crave someone who brings out the best you. We won't work if you lose your identity in a relationship, have an aversion to chivalry, a low threshold for blushing or you're a vegetarian.
