Well, I'm Sandra.........nice to meet you!

This dating thing is for the birds, don't you think? Everyone is out here in Southern California running around trying to impress each other sporting that classic Los Angelino superficial, materialistic, keep-up-with-the-Jones, "my Mercedes is bigger than your Mercedes" type attitude (I'll have you know I branded the German status symbol on my stallion just to impress you cowboys! (Gulp) - Alright, so I drive a Yugo or so the salesman promised me when I bought it (you go) <ok, boo hiss - she ducks as that tomato sails overhead>.

I'm getting off the track here. I've probably lost about 99.9% of the eligible bachelorhood located within my 1-hour from the San Fernando Valley driving distance dating rule, with my brazen commentary. (She peaks sheepishly through her fingers which cover her eyes. She cringes,  as she sees 10 million unmarried men tuck their coveted glass slippers under their arms as they hastily mount their white stallions and gallop off into the sunset before she can even catch a whiff of their cologne.) Whew, now that those exemplary representatives of  manhood have left the scene...

I'd like to tell those few brave souls left standing (or at least those of you cursing at yourselves as to why left home sans horse, eliminating any hope of escape), a bit more about me. All except you, YES YOU! YOU there yawning in front of your monitor. Feel free to continue surfing!

Where was I? Oh, yes. Ok I admit it. I snore. It's out there now. Yes, I snore and that probably tops my list of  vices. That, and  I admit I have no curtains on my windows at home. All you testosterone-inflicted men, wipe that grin right off your face as your over-active imaginations go into overdrive.  I'm not an exhibitionist, but rather I adore nature and the peaceful feeling I get when I open my eyes in the morning and the bougainvillea is the first thing I see out my window. That is, of course, after the dog cleans my face and I remove my daughter 's sharp elbow from my ribs quelling her urgent plea to watch  Pokemon at that particular critical juncture in time before my eyes have even opened. (ah the joys of motherhood!) Indeed, motherhood and my career fill up my days, my nights and my heart. And yes, after sharing that graphic depiction of my typical morning, you may be wondering....YES, there is room for you too in my life (actually we've set a place at the table for you), if you would ever step up to the plate, my anonymous partner-to-be!

Whom do I seek? Well if you snore too, I can deal with it, as long as you don't drool. Morning saliva dribbling down your chin might appeal to many-a-41 year old, financially secure, self sufficient,  incredibly sexy woman (how did that slip in there?), but I think I'll pass. So droolers, thanks for stopping by. Those non-droolers in the crowd ages 40 to 50, over 5'11" and fit,  moderately active life style, who are financially secure, and love children and dogs may apply, for a snoring permit here. That is, if you desire a long term relationship, are no longer interested in having more children. I live in the San Fernando Valley and interested in men over 5'11' within reasonable driving distance, who don't have a problem with a curtainless environment ;-).. I know there are snoring men who don't drool in Bangladesh who are probably curtain-makers, but the commute would kill me. (Sorry guys!)