Oh, sorry, I suppose he's dead by now. (Got to check that temporal chronostat relay...) Well, anyway, so far as I'm concerned, Harding (may he rest in peace) can keep his 'normalcy.' I'm much more interested in the wacky, witty wonderment of whatever we would work out 'tween you and me.

Yea, I'm an odd one. Odd in a good way, though. So what if I read books with such obscure titles as "To Our Scattered Bodies Go" and prefer David Bromberg's rendition of "Mr. Bojangles" to that of Jerry Jeff Walker? That doesn't make me any more unusual than any other guy who braids his own hair....

You don't know any guys who braid their own hair, you say. Hmm... Okay, you might have something there. It would seem that I'm not like the other men you've met so far. Need I say more?

So what am I looking for? Someone with the humor and self-assurance of Jill Taylor (any "Home Improvement" fans in the audience?), the wit and presence of Dorothy Parker (which brings us back to the 1920s), and the incomparable beauty of Rebecca Gayheart.

Okay, perhaps the Gayheart-look-a-like qualification is an overreach. I'll be quite satisfied with getting to know a woman who has a positive attitude, a sense of purpose, a quick tongue, and a clear sense of her place in the world (or rather, a clear sense of the world's place in her scheme of things).

A love for writing (love letters), shopping (for each other), singing (a cappella) and being just plain goofy are definite pluses. Body art (tatoos or piercings), misanthropy and a reliance on nicotine or caffeine are turn-offs.

So, if you're an ambitious, articulate, perhaps-a-little arrogant woman looking for an innovative, imaginative, and just-a-bit implausible man for wandering walks, meandering searches for meaning, and cuddling in front of David E. Kelley's latest TV show, pause that video of last night's "Ally McBeal" and introduce yourself!