I want to meet Chopin and have a long chat, but alas, it's too late.But the You I spend any time with makes me laugh, then laugh again, turns me on with a raised brow, a remark, a thought or two. You are not threatened by the obscure, or by a spider in the bathtub. A ballgame, or the zoo, or a book reading, or space travel will work for you on a given day. You take care of yourself, and don't leave it to anyone else to do it for you, although you get that it honors the person wanting to help you if you let them even when you figure you don't need it. You enjoy the company of other people. You are good at what you work at (you might even spot a dangling participle), and believe in the value of what you do. You also make the perfect margarita; no salt, please. You get that I'm kidding and we move on without blinking--(Does anyone ever say, "I'd like to have a humorless, broke, aimless, confused, angry, unbathed misanthrope who's like a thousand miles of bad road in my life"? I wonder...)