I'm an intelligent, easy-going, single mom of a 13 year old son, and I have a very offbeat sense of humor. That's it in a nutshell. A big nutshell - maybe a coconut!

If you close your eyes, I look EXACTLY like (insert your favorite hottie's name here).

I'll read anything - box labels, bumper stickers, billboards... nothing's safe. I enjoy movies (old and new) - please pass the popcorn. My musical taste runs from Pink Floyd to Alan Jackson to Dvorak, but I'm not fond of jazz, and please, no hip-hop or rap. Oh, and I love Asian food - dim sum and sushi, mm-mmm.

I always try to be open-minded and fair, and I believe in compromise and working together - I'll vacuum if you'll move the furniture and I'll cook dinner if you'll wash the dishes (oops, I think you left a little smudge of gravy on that plate).

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Some people care more about the wrapping than the contents, but once past the fancy gift wrap, it's what's inside the box that really counts.

I'd be lying if I said a good-lookin' guy won't turn my head, but for me, the way you look DOESN'T really matter; the way you look AT me does. It is ALL about attitude. And if you actually do look like Quasimodo, we'll just need to be friends for a little while longer before you get to ring my bell, lol.

Familiarity doesn't breed contempt in me; it breeds contentment, closeness, comfort, and compassion (did you notice the inclusion of "passion" in that last word? Nudge nudge wink wink).

I'm looking for a man with similar values and interests (well, duh, that's a no-brainer), and a sharp mind and quick wit are mandatory. A man who knows when to kiss ass (mine) and when to kick ass (not mine!); a man who doesn't think "grammar" is grampa's wife; a man who loves kids, or can at least try to love mine without secretly plotting to ship him off to boarding school.

To meet someone in person, I have to feel some kind of spark. Please don't email me a letter that looks like a resume - "Hi, I'm so-and-so and these are my qualifications. If you're interested please contact me." I'm not hiring a clerk, for criminy's sake!

I love to make people laugh, and I love it when someone makes ME laugh. It's not just the punchline that counts, it's the delivery (hmm, I guess that explains the crush I had on the Fed-Ex guy...).

For a first date, something daytime and public is good; hey, a gal can't be too safe these days!

We can go to a Chinese buffet for lunch, where I'll impress you with my chopstick-using skills, and you'll pretend to not notice when I dribble soy sauce on my blouse.

No bars, because they're loud and dark and I can't finish a wine cooler without falling asleep.

Picnics always sound romantic, until I envision the ants, the flies, and the bees, not to mention the wind blowing a big lock of hair into my mouth as I try to seduce you with the sexy way I get around an ear of corn.

I think I'll stick with the chopsticks and the soy sauce stain!