OK, since you brought it up, here goes...

I have to say, just to flip the coin for a minute: I often wonder where in the world all you beautiful Mudcat men come from. This community is no cross-section of any life I'VE ever lived. One after another after another (and I will not name names) who are lovely, appealing, smart, funny, loving, genuinely good and gorgeous men. Now, would I pick their photos out of a centerfold gallery, sight unseen? Probably not. But one by one, as I meet and get to know them, I re-define beauty and love.

And, have you noticed? They're either alREADY well-married, or if they aren't, they get snapped up awful quick (Max, Joe, Kendall.... they're dropping like flies). Because SOMEONE has recognized that beauty and claimed it for their own.

Well. That said, I have to tell you one secret and obscure fact of my life....

At 18, I was a runner-up (sniff) for Wilkes-Barre PA's Miss Oktoberfest. It's all been downhill since then.

Dani