You're the boy that orders the salad, and the non-fat latte. You like to wear italian shoes. You can bust out a box of tools and fix a car, a watch and a broken stiletto shoe. You call your mom every week. You take a girl on a date to the best restaurant and the following week you show up with a blanket and a bottle of wine and take her to the park. You are extremely intelligent. You can talk about anything. Parents love you. My girlfriends love you. My boy friends love you. You save money. You spend money. You're an adrenaline junky, but you can find inner peace in 30 seconds flat. You have a Barnes and Nobles membership card. You're not a slave of your cellphone. You need equal doses of intellectual stimulation and sex. You have wings instead of roots. You go back-packing for months, grow a beard, wear the same jeans for weeks, get dirty... You go to black tie dinners and wear tuxedos. You do yoga, you meditate, you cook, you sing in the shower, you dance naked in the ocean, you don't take yourself to seriously, you know who you're voting for and why, you read a lot, you are stronger than I am, you are passionate about something, you believe in G-d, you love yourself, and you want to keep growing. ------------------------------------------------------------ -----------------------------You're the girl that arrives five minutes late to super-advanced-yoga class because your stiletto got stuck on something and broke. You look like you just stepped off a catwalk after 2 stops: the local vintage store and H&M. You've traveled to more than 5 countries. In the last year, you read at least 4 books. If you've changed your mind about your career, you changed your career. You speak more than 1 language. You have a pet. You are not texting or instant messaging every 10 seconds. You can discuss eastern philosophies for hours while sitting in a park with Starbucks and no make-up.... then go out looking like a rock star, drink Cosmos, chase boys and dance for just as long. You wear nice shoes. You binge on sushi. You like rock. You love your body. You love yourself. You've dated a hindu vegan yoga instructor and a waspy Wall Street broker. You laugh hysterically all the time. You don't believe in plastic surgery... but you would do it anyway. ------------------------------------------------------------ ----------------------------Send me a message, say something about yourself, tell me about your biggest success, your greatest challenge, your greatest adventure, your deepest fear. Open up. Share something. DO NOT send me an empty friend request. I will delete it. I do not collect friends. Being a salsa dancer, a network marketer or jewish still does not make you my friend! So if you have something to say... say it, otherwise don't waste your time. Nobody is going to be added to my friends until they are my friend. If you want to talk to me become one.I won't add you if:1 - your Space has a background with glittery obnoxious crap, stupid playboy bunnies, etc. 2 - you can't say anything about yourself and instead you have posted 25 quizzes about what martini drink you supposedly are. 3 - You have pictures of Paris Hilton or Pamela Anderson in who you want to meet. 4 - your Friends is plastered with hundreds of almost naked friend chicks... I will not share friend space with such trash. 5 - my Friends is for MY FRIENDS. I don't add anyone who is advertising anything. - - - - - - - - - - - - WARNING. If you don't like yourself, if you are not comfortable with who you are, if you have low self-esteem, crazy insecurities, etc, etc... you are probably NOT GOING TO LIKE ME. And I have a low tolerance for that, so get out of here while you can.