Besides, how would she know about her fertility unless she's got a gaggle of rugrats back home?

I didn't know you were lookin' for a man Kicks. Hell, I'd be more than happy to nail ya.

A voracious reader. A killer shoe collection. Open minded sexually. A skier and or snowboarder. Able to handle a bottle of wine over dinner. A night owl. Have a sense of humor. A fantastic ass. Willing to get hands dirty post or pre manicure (read: help me change the carbs on the dual quad big block Camaro.) Likes the music loud at least three nights a week. Watches no network television. Has my back. Deals with retail returns, dingaling salespeople and calls when we order pizza. Is computer literate. Can outrun me in the 100 yard dash....almost. Thinks the collapse of WTC seven is the defining moment of this century...almost.


A plus if she is / has:

Great, wavy brunette locks. Can find Somalia on a Mercatur projection. Screams out "Move your ass, Madden!" during a power play at the Devil game. Can double clutch and grab second without missing a beat. Eats sushi.
Can crash at a Motel 6 due to exhaustion on a weekend walkabout. Can ride two-up on a motorcycle for better than 100 miles without complaint.

This guy obviously thought he was on match.com.