can I be growing up?

for years I defined the perfect woman as someone who looked like Brittney Spears and Cooked like Martha Stewart.

Just to qualify that statement I said it back before Brittany got all slutted up... or before Martha went to jail. But you get the basic premise of my thought process there.

But maybe the pefect woman is someone I can spend 3 hours sharing insightful commentary on a football game follwed by dinner conversation about religion, politics and literature.

...which is how I spent sunday. And for some reason I'm not nearly as bummed about a Steeler Loss as I probably should be.