Near the crossroads where meeting someone new seems important...

About Me: By this time, describing myself should be a breeze but I wonder if I will ever get away from the feeling that I am continually changing, which, perhaps, is how i will describe myself; I become different (at night) like a werewolf. When i am not changing, I'm fifty, blonde, and blue eyed, with an extravagant desire for oysters. My friends are priceless! They love to laugh, as do I. I'm offended by men who heap it up thinking they're being cute.