It's all about chemistry, isn't it? Looks. Glances. Pauses. Distance, or not. Getting each other, but also seeing each other as mysterious enough to be interesting, even compelling. Picking up all those subtle cues that identify tribe, needs, vibe, confidence, and baggage (or lack thereof). And a person's got to smell great. Intoxicating, even...

And how can you get that from a paragraph of carefully-crafted advertising?

Does it speak to your soul when I say I the deepest I've lost myself dancing was years ago to Maktub at the Showbox, and I'm inconsolable that they'll never play together again? Do you feel you know me if I tell you about diving through a lava tube 110' deep in Cozumel? Or racing a Porsche with my Ducati on that long straight stretch of highway south of Bakersfield? Or flying upside down and backward on a zipline tour in Hawaii? Or sporting a couple scars from kung fu class, skydiving, bungee jumping, cliff diving, or piloting a tour plane over Hoover Dam without a license?

Maybe a little. But what you really want to feel is that I see the real you, and understand you.

And that hasn't happened yet, but maybe it could.

A first date? You haven't even bought me coffee, yet! Single tall decaf ristretto mocha, with whip and chocolate shavings -- if you want to get on my good side. Though I'm always up for stroll through SAM; I live next door but the calendar fills up so fast with other fun stuff.

For a second date, you could take me to visit your tribe, I like meeting new people and new social groups. Or you could come hang with mine, I also enjoy intuiting who should meet each other, and watching their eyes light up. Apprentice social maven, that's me.