I am a New Orleans lady through and through. This means I go out on Saturday to a fest, dance and enjoy an amber that night, wake up Sunday morning for church, and watch the Saints play at noon while barbequing steaks, medium rare.
My greatest thrill comes from making others laugh, and in the process, I find myself laughing heartily with them. Anything witty that I say likely originated in one form or another from a funny movie, and most of the time, even I am unsure where the poached material ends and the original Brie-ism begins. To quote Steel Magnolias, "Laughter through tears is my favorite emotion." Nothing can keep one sad for very long if one is quick to laugh.
The man I want to laugh with me is charming, intelligent, kind, hard-working, demonstrative of his affections, strong in his convictions, faithful, and a champion of New Orleans. He is my best friend, my biggest supporter in public, and, when needed, my fiercest critic in private. He is looking for a woman who is comfortable in any situation because she is comfortable in her own skin, who loves to talk to anyone, but most nights simply wants to listen to him, and who will never turn down an invitation to dance.