This is more self-promotion than I am comfortable with, so I've gone ahead and paid the crazy old man who sits outside my building feeding the plants to write something honest and insightful about me.
He says, "Pigeons mate for life. Mustard?"
As an amendment, I might add that friends often describe me as the one person they'd like to be stranded on a desert island with. And not just because I have a great sense of direction, but because I am very responsible with my sunscreen application, and also know some pretty good jokes.
Truth be told, it's easy to meet people. It's tough to meet the right ones. I'm not looking for my rhinestone cowboy, just someone who can make me laugh, be moderately tall, and be ok picking up eye makeup remover from Duane Reade if I'm all out and you happen to be there. You know?