I have no idea what to tell you about a slightly shop-worn widower with a self-deprecating sense of humour and a tendency to giggle at inappropriate moments.
Ive re-written this damned thing a dozen time, but cant think of a thing to commend me as a potential date. I dont skindive, skydive or fly hot air balloons, my dancing is less than graceful, Im not rich and only marginally famous. Even my vices are disappointingly ordinary.
I suppose I could try to impress you with my wit, erudition and sophistication. But Ive learned to my sorrow that self-promotion is generally self-defeating. The last thing the world needs is yet another blowhard.
Those of my acquaintance might tell you that I'm courtly, affectionate and funny as hell... but with friends like mine, I can't be at all sure. Theyre just as likely to wink knowinly and whisper that I'm an unrepentant philatelist or closet thespian.
To make matters even worse, I believe in all sorts of things everyone knows are unsafe, unhealthy, or politically incorrect. I support the British Monarchy, love porch swings and corn on the cob, reckon that kissing and dancing should never be undertaken without careful preparation, totally endorse French lingerie and have undying faith in the redemptive power of love.
If any further proof of my whimsicality were necessary, I play acoustic guitar, sing in a slightly wobbly tenor... write poetry that seldom rhymes... and fumble vainly with cameras I no longer understand to capture images of things I would rather forget.
The simple truth is that Im a seething mess of contradictions not especially heroic, but open nevertheless to the great celebrations of life.
My Ideal Person:
I honestly dont have any mandatory requirements, obscure specifications or special needs. Strange as it may seem, I actually like women and quite ejoy their company so long as they're pleasant and not too hard on the eyes.
There are, however, a couple of things prospective dates really ought to know ahead of time...
For example, I don't need to know the complete story of your life to decide if we should meet for coffee. Maybe you feel it necessary to establish whether or not were potential life partners before we meet but I do not.
As an agnostic in most things, Im a bit suspicious of born-again evangelicals, reincarnated Egyptian princesses, and those whove survived a close encounter of any kind. Despite a deeply-engrained streak of romanticism, I am a bit cynical about the supernatural.
I love political debate, but as a dispassionate observer not as a partisan or pundit. You may think Mr. Obama is the greatest thing since banana bread, but Ive spent most of my adult life in Europe, Canada and the Far East where most of the things he wants to do are ancient history. Frankly, I dont understand what all the excitement is about.
If you like what you see, Id love to hear from you. But if youre not sure you would approve of my exercise habits; genuinely believe were from different planets; or have never experienced life outside the borders of the United States (cruises and package tours dont count), I may not be the guy for you.
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