I've read a lot of profiles, and conclude that you're looking for a man who is nice, normal, honest, trustworthy, confident but not [rhymes with hockey], loves dogs, a good speller, challenges you intellectually, and whose kisses make you weak in the knees. Well, I can spell, anyway.

I have fun playing competitive sports, but you probably shouldn't pick me first for your basketball team; my breaststroke is better than my jump shot.

I'm kind of a geek; I'm a technophile, and I'll read an economics thesis as soon as a sci-fi novel for fun. I dig physics and chemistry. I'm squeamish when it comes to biology, but if an attractive girl may be watching, I'll handle bugs, critters and gore with gusto.

I love a long, subtle setup to a joke. My sense of humor is occasionally wicked, but if I tease you, it may be my not-so-subtle way of saying "I like you."

I'm not great at reading signals from women. At least one letter to Penthouse goes unwritten because of this. Go on, ask me just how blind a guy can be. Come to think of it, you probably know from experience.

My match is smart, capable and strong willed. A woman who speaks her mind, and gives direction when it's needed. Supportive and generous. Occasionally frustrating. Frequently surprising. In short, beautiful.