I think I think a lot. i want someone to talk with me until it hurts to move my jaw. I want dimples to form on my face from excessive laughter. i want to sit in a quiet room and put on an album and just listen to it together. patience really is a virtue. i need someone who loves humanity, misanthropes need not apply. I want someone with an athletic body, but cannot play sports. I want someone who can fervently argue with me, and win...a lot. i want someone who doesn't mind chewing-gum. must always own at least one bottle of wine. someone who rhymes with orange. I put the above statement on my friendster as the ideal person for me. I really didn't think anyone could fall into any and all of these as I knew it. Proof that God loves to fool me. I wasn't even really looking for anything. I wasn't searching for a relationship, and never thought that my ideal could manifest into anything more than an ebb and flow of ethereal dreams. Don't get me wrong, it rules--you rule. Way to go Erin... I'll let the last criterion slide