She is a tall slim person of 182cm; fair complexion save for rich brown eyes that capture strangers long enough to pass them a reserved smile and produce a hint of downward tilt from a slender neck. Her skin has the smoothness of Scandinavia, soft with ageless beauty to the touch.

Her professional appearance is of trousers and matching coat, usually dark with white shirt; water cooler gossip makes fun of her preferences, the nickname Butch has been used. By design she produces a shapeless form however the flow of her curves and correctly placed bumps remain viewable for those possessed with a desire to covet.


Her walk is positive; she exhibits a rather large stride with bouncing hair leaving a trailing impression of a tough minded competitor; not one to be tangled with lightly.

She is the envy of her family, although they are drifting emotionally further apart with the passage of time and parental conservatism. Her father, still refers to her as ‘his little girl’ and tells all how well she is doing with her University education, Honors in physiology is always dropped into the conversation.

She lives, alone by choice not wishing to be restricted in her ambitions, but holds a deep belief in the future and knows that ‘he’ is out there waiting to be discovered. She worries about the passing of time her next milestone birthday (the one with the trailing zero) approaches rapidly. A faded page in her diary tells her she had planned this date to have it all, the house (a quarter acre variety), husband, 2 offspring (one of each), a dog, all the trimmings; but thus far… - we had better hurry or place a line through this page. The truth is the choice with partners is of concern to her. She is starting to believe it may be her destiny to be ‘the other woman’ she has always been a magnet for those guys who like to start with ‘my wife doesn’t understand me’. She has a past of involvement in several disastrous relationships; she blames herself for listening to their lies and even thinking they might change and not be so. It just makes her optimism a little harder.

Through all this she is happy. Sundays are special they are reserved for a morning of flannelette pajamas, a newspaper (especially the personal column, a book with an occasional foray of the pen. Brunch followed by a jog, ride or something to fill the lungs with the joy of outdoor and people without the rush, sunshine is a valuable addition.

She has traveled widely and expresses a preference for come as you are trips through third world and developing countries. Europe was undertaken on ten dollars a day, as a reward for finishing University. Indeed two disastrous relationships had their original origins from the ‘ships in the night’ approach of the backpacking tourist. Her next trip is to Sri Lanka the days are being counted down.  

Hidden in her psychic is the plight of the poor in the third world. There is no room for jokes when she turns to child abuse, poverty and the female condition. She believes with a passion that female empowerment is the key to changing the direction of hopelessness in the third world. The pull to act is strong, more than once she has contemplated joining Australian volunteers abroad to follow her dream. However, on each occasion she has returned to her quarter century, three-tier plan; the first for learning, the second for making, the third for teaching/helping.

Her preference is for sustainable living she votes green, recycles willingly and prefers her bicycle or public transport for commuting. She does confess to an occasional yearning to own a canary red BMW Z4 roadster but suppresses this as a re-occurring whim and well, the long hot showers she chooses to ignore saying simply they are her one true love.

Buried deep in her diary can be found the deepest of her dark thoughts, under the coded initials of PFAN (people for a night) can be found a list to demonstrate the complexity of emotional interchange that powers this special person:

Geoffrey Robertson
Donald Horne
William Shakespeare (spiritual encounter)
Mark Read
Barry Jones
Brett Whitley (spiritual encounter)
K D Lang
Willie Mason