All sorts of stuff.
A Hot Chick! What did you expect me to say? OK, I'd like to meet James Baker, Madeline Albright, Michael Faraday (A little late I know), Sally Field, Moses, A family from every nation, a couple of years in DC would bring some memorable meets. A class act. Someone who takes care of themselves physically. Tired of potato chip excuses, someone who has at least graduated high school not just passed through, higher is OK too, has social skills, isn't a social climber, doesn't have a phone surgically attached to her head, isn't a prude, manages her life, has her own money, pays her debts, reads something besides Cosmo, remembers Oprah is a TV personality and doesn't need to record it, thinks country cute is a sin, knows how to walk like a woman should, one of us walking like a man is enough. Someone who understands why her hair should be long and mine short. No mullets ever. Someone who, once in awhile, greets me at the door with a Vodka Martini, sits me down, lights a cigar and hands it to me. Let's me pour her one. Tells me stories. Lets me tell her one from time to time.
Steely Dan, The Buena Vista Social Club, Diana Krall, Annie Lenox
Phenomenon
Comedy Central, That 70's Show, MASH, History, West Wing
Back in school for electrical apprentice, The Case for Israel, Disposable People, Wall Street Journal, Daily Headlines, Tom Clancy, How To's...
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