Piquant, sensual, attractive redhead, 5’6″, 38 (looks 28), successful executive and cross-country skier. Into health food, theater, Bach, and tenderness. Not afraid to grow. Seeks strong yet gentle, romantic prof. male, Ivy education, 35-40, who is emotionally available and has an irreverent sense of humor. Non-smoker, 5′ 10″ or taller, who voted against Reagan at least twice.
The redhead and her ideal man don’t exist. I constructed them: my ad is just a plausible collage. But what does it matter? The people who inhabit Personal World are insubstantial as fog drip anyway. Ghosts of hope. Raw sexual projection. The vaporous stuff that has energized romance fiction since Tristan met Iseult. Insubstantial but revealing. For the personal items are a profile of our expectation: vain, crass, obvious, pathetic. Despite the ostensible difference and eccentricity— “good penmanship not required, lefthanded woman preferred”—there is a forlorn, dull sameness about it.
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