Hi,
My name is doggydan, and this is a little bit about me and my life. Some of the past
but a lot about the future.
I shall try to avoid this sounding like a resume; even though some of that is essential. I am just 64 years old, even though I assure all that ask I am 132 and plead with them to ask anyone
thereby assuring them of my sincerity. Physically I used to be 6 tall
but alas and alack
time has taken its toll on me, and I am now merely about 5 11. But, by the time you read this, I might be even less (Please read fast!). I am a bit on the slender side unless you catch me immediately following ice cream. Then you see a bit more of me.
I am divorced after 25 years of marriage. She is still a nice lady, still very pretty, still smart, still a lot of things
but to my good fortune, she is not still my wife.
After my separation and divorce, I did not think I would want to have another woman in my life again. And I was quite content having found a small group of mostly divorced men who thought similarly. I guess I mourned the loss of my marriage for a time and then found myself once more seeking the company and companionship of a pretty lady. I joined in some happenings and did have the opportunity to meet several ladies; but none have lit that certain spark.
I am Jewish. Somewhere between Reform and Conservative. But it doesnt matter to me what religion others are. A lady friend I might have at this point in my life and I are not going to have children, so your beliefs are as valid as mine. It would be nice to have similar core values; in fact, I suspect that is essential.
My likes and dislikes are not unique, just different. I consider myself an accomplished wordsmith, and love the art of the language
both written and spoken. Contrary to our past President; I accept that words have meaning and try well to convey clearly what I wish for you to understand.; I always try to choose my words with that in mind.
I have a very dry sense of humor, and appreciate that in others. Although a lot of what I say and write in a humorous vein just whizzes past most; those with my sense of the silly and sublime, smile that knowing smile and accept my view of humor. Slapstick will never be my strong suit.
My interests vary with the moment with a few exceptions. My passion is DOGS! I have been owned by Old English Sheepdogs for more than 30 years. I show them, breed them, raise them, groom them, and love them. Boeing is my son! I would love to find a Chinese SharPei to add to our family. I love going to Dog Shows. I handle not only my own dogs; but will handle dogs for others as well. For the last years of my marriage, my happiest times were in the show ring. The camaraderie of dogfolk is legendary. And, I want to know about your dog too.
I have had a computer for many years, and been online for most of them. I do use the Internet when I find the time. I do some research, I write a little, I chat some.
I am a political junkie. I grew up in Washington DC where the family in the next booth was some bigshot politician with kids just as bad as I was
or worse. And because politicians were our neighbors and what was viewed by the world as momentous events, it was just the neighbor yakking. Not that I disrespect those who have campaigned and won political office; unless they disgrace the office by action or inaction. Someday, I will find a school to allow me my PhD
Morals, Ethics and Mores in the Process of Governance. I will discuss any political topic with you or anyone else, as long as you are not an ideologue, and unwilling to allow me my points of view. For surely, while I know you are wrong, you are entitled to your beliefs and I will defend your right to have them.
My Ideal Person:
What sort of lady do I think I see as someone for me?
An extraordinarily difficult question. I have no strict guidelines as to what or who might me the one for me. I have any number of lines that have become tritisms (trite sayings of mine tinged with humor, mostly). One of my favorites deals with everymans dream
Is she pretty? Is she rich,? Is she blonde? Does she have one foot in the grave? And the other on a slippery rock? While I accept that is a pretty shallow description, is that any different than the fantasy many ladies have?
It is indeed difficult to put into words the sense of magic or the static in the air one experiences when there is a chemistry
when two people meet for the first time
or see each other for the first time.
It is equally difficult to state with certainty my lady will dance the cha-cha and understand Queenstown, or she will be liberal or conservative or even registered to vote; or
or
or
. Will she say the brachas, or grace? Will she have a sense of humor? Absolutely! Will she be able to express herself? Probably. Flirtatious? I suspect so. Can she cook? I hope so, I do.
Will she like my friends? Of course, everyone does. I know some of the neatest people, many a lot more on the ball than I could ever hope to be. Will she take herself seriously? Again, I hope so; for while I like the fun of the moment and the humor in every situation, I am a serious person with serious concerns about serious issues. But let go! We can only add to the problem or add to the solution.
Other issues: Does she like Italian food? How about Chinese? Does she like to hold hands? Is a stolen kiss as exciting today as it was in high school? Does she remember the things of her youth? The good times of innocence? The calamity of no date on a Saturday night? The tension of a first date on a Saturday night? Getting a learners permit? A drivers license? The loss of a parent? The disappointment of not getting that job.
And what about now? What will she think of this long rambling essay? Will she see me as an overblown buffoon? As a guy with a romantic soul? Or, as someone striving to define something so ethereal and vague that poets and writers have written songs and sonnets since the beginning of the civilized age? Or, as just someone who might have something to say
but should be saying it to her girlfriend?
Perhaps her half of the page is the mirror image of mine!
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