I'm an enigma of a woman you'll never understand. I love Led Zeppelin but also big band. When Harrison sings "Something" I'm weak at the knees - my favorite love song hits my ears like a breeze. But by the same token I like guy stuff as well. Classic cars and football games where I can yell. Hockey from Chicago, racing from the south, I'll cheer them all on with my unladylike mouth. Then I'll go shopping for pearls and for lace, high heels and tight skirts worn with elegance and grace. Bangles for my wrists, hats with wide brims, lipstick in red, fancy fringe trims. When I get home it all hits the floor. I want jeans and tank tops and bare feet, nothing more. Tend to the garden, sit in the porch swing, lilac and honeysuckle birds on the wing. Streak down the highway at one hundred and ten, singing loud with the stereo back on the road again. Yes, figuring me out will prove quite the chore. You may get frustrated but you'll never be bored.