Fear no more, for you�ve arrived to Delmira�s Den...

Sandalwood�s cracking at the fireplace. A vapor of cayenna pepper, bay leaf and orange out of the cauldron reveals that hash�s ready. Welcome! Unwear that armour, have a byte and a sip and rest, for no quest can�t await dusk, and no one else is expected for the nite just born.

I am female, 28, single, 6" 3', 172 lb, brunette and green eyed. I practice sports whenever I can, mostly downhill skying, some sailing, some parachuting. Tennis & volley, I like them too, but I prefer to stick with the sports where I am my own opponent: I rather like to overcome my own marks...

My sexual involvements are not a secret: I am bi, definitivelly feminine looking. I think, act, feel and am, a not-anymore-so-younger-but-nevertheless-still-up-and-fighting woman of my age and times. And believe me, I fight well, as the scalps at my belt could prove anytime, be I so silly as to need that kind of reassurement...

I've got a doctorate in computer sciences and a system's engineering degree, a master in business administration and a some other asorted curricula. I�ve done post-graduate research work thanks to the sponsorship of my University, to which I feel both grateful and certain of having retributed. I�ve also taught under- and post-graduate courses for several years. All this said for those who prefer a thorough picture, because what I value most about my education is what I learned out of the classrooms, at the countless jobs I had and through all the things I did to support myself along all these years.

Now I manage the Engineering group for an Automation & Control Corporation, with a budget of six zeros. For those of the trade, we presently are undergoing projects adding up over eighty thousand signals in the whole, and better is coming.

You might believe I've triumphed: not bad for a working girl out of the ladder's bottom step, isn't it? Well, I do not complain: you reap what you sow. Only comment is -now we're quoting common sense sayings-, aint�t gold all that shines. Everything is worth some bucks and costs some pennies, or the opposite... please note that I'm not saying that everything's for sale. When you revert the transform and cancel out the terms at both sides of the equality, it all reduces to the ancient tradition of honest horse trading: I paid my fare, and I was delivered the goods.

I smoke, I'd rather say, part-time. Not the "five a day " part-time sort, though. I smoke when I like to, which generally is going places or after a day's work. Never at the office. I used to when I was younger, but contrary to common belief, I've found out that smoking distracts me. Besides, people start having wrong ideas.

What am I looking for? Friends. Gals and guys with some acid sense of humor, with spirits and with inteligence, in that order. You can't be brave without knowing how to laugh -at least at yourself-, because the chip-on-the-shoulder attitude of some is, mildly speaking, merry. And even if these weren't times of yapping about "emotional inteligence", high or low IQ has always been a meter of... what?

You evaluate racing horses at the tracks not counting teeth, for teeth give age, not speed. You assess casual partners in the intimacy of your parlor, not by their looks nor hearing her or his sales' speach. You test fellows of arms at the mud of the trenches when they share their last fag or risk their lives with you, not looking at them during parades. And your mates or friends, better you don't evaluate them at all: they are, or they are not. Mind is adaptable, but idealism brings an uneasy canvas to perform that painting. I've lost count of the times I thought someone was real when in fact was a mere figment of my imagination. That is, existence is more than just being perceived. Mates or friends exist or not, irrelevantly of our perception abilities. One must better learn how to perceive what truthfully exists, and how to disregard mirages that are only projections over random data.

So, I seek law abiding characters but also bold ones, if possible a little on the daring side. Tender but not soft, if you get my meaning. They won't say "how many fiends?", but "OK, let's see they coming" And they won't say "Hon, I love you" either: their behavior will speak in their place instead.