C'mon, the ME that can be named is not the Eternal ME. But I’ll admit this much: I’m a helluva character. Earthy. Sublime. (Often at the same time.) Smarty. Pantsy. Not TOO terribly crazy. Employed. Neither an old man nor a kid. Free of funky diseases. Patriotic, but not a flag waver. Bearish. Pygophiliastic. Mildly logorrheic. (To say the least!) I live for interesting experiences. I went to Egypt as a tourist and inspired the Revolution. Opera chokes me up. Zombie movies fill me with glee. My footrubs are legendary. I give GREAT conversation. I’ve loved and lost and I’d rather love. Yes, I can be a wicked one behind closed doors – and there are whole erotic continents I’d love to explore with the right woman – but take me home to where you grew up and your mom'll think I'm just the sweetest boy in the world. I'm not generic nor do I aspire to be. I've been compared to Rabelais and declared an honorary Jew. Give me twenty years and I'll be the Emperor of America. Or a total crank. Or dead.
IMPORTANT: I should probably take a moment - and here, near the front, is as good a place as any - to explain my relationship status. Life is interesting, one hopes, and it certainly doesn't always pour itself into prefabricated moulds. So, some time ago I met quite an amazing lady here on OKC and she really wasn't all that into me. But then Peter Falk died and she decided that she was very into me. (True story, these things were connected.) We've been into each other ever since. Which sounds waaaay dirtier than it actually is. Yes, we're intimate. In a grownup way, in the bedroom and out. We certainly do love each other. And I'd be willing - even eager - to fistfight anyone who doesn't contribute to her Kickstarter for her awesome movie. But early on we realized that we were probably never going to be the whole world and all the stars to each other so we've never thought it even a particularly good idea to be exclusive to each other. So she's had her romances (she's still on here and could easily have three dates a night every night if she wanted) and I've had mine and we've been completely open about them; we're not cheaters, after all. Is this conventional pair-bonding? I guess not. Honestly, I couldn't care less. Can it last forever? Who knows - forever's a long time. But it's worked for several years now. Anyway, that's why I'm not "Single." I thought I should be honest about it. If this makes sense to you, if perhaps you're in a similar place in your own romantic evolution, do, please, continue to read. And if not, well, I understand and the best of luck to you finding your heart's desire. (But you are missing out on a hell of an adventure.)