You: complicated, difficult brunette. Five and a half storeys tall or better. Irredeemably cosmo. Must enjoy long (tortuous) strolls through extended metaphor. Longstanding New Yorker subscription a definite asset. Apply now.
so close, and yet so very far. good luck, jeff.
It could happen.
Note: I said tortuous, not torturous. But if you act now, I’ll throw in the latter for no extra hassle …
Oooh, how about a tortoise?? I’ll take a tortoise!
Hm. I’m a natural brunette… does that count?