I used to have a long list of who I was and who you were, too, but have discovered over the years that none of that means much of anything when the two of us are face to face. Chemistry is elusive. It's not a formula so much as a feeling. In the end, I want what anyone else wants: someone who gets me and whom I get. Of course, it would be absolutely fantastic if you were also devilishly handsome, whip smart (yet humble), and the bearer of a good sense of humor and a very big heart.