I'm just a soul whose intentions are good/
Oh, lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.
What I’m doing with my life
I am slowly winding down a career representing asbestos victims from the Baltimore shipyards, and raising two dynamic sons who have just recently stepped off into their own sweet lives. I am hoping the next 30 will be for me and a life partner who wants to explore the great beaches of the world and get stormed in at my funky house on the Bay.
I’m really good at
amusing toddlers for short periods, the yo-yo, TV trivia of the 50s
and 60s, making mobiles, and packing the way-back of a 1999 Volvo
wagon. Also I like to windsurf, play tennis, flyfish, scan the
night sky, ski, drive my spyder, read, write and fly kites. I
sometimes cook for my friends, mix odd libations, and search for
unique restaurants and small hotels.
The first things people usually notice about me
is I'm standing in the wrong line.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Just reread Prince of Tides, Sometimes a Great Notion, and Beach
Music. Devoured the entire 'Reacher' series and liked W. Smith's
batch of historical novels on Africa. At times, I believe I am
Atticus Finch or one of the 3 survivors in 'The Magnificent Seven',
and hold that City SlickersI is the true source of all wisdom.
Loved Jersey Boys each time I've seen it and think that Smokey
Robinson had the best songs with the worst names (Oooo, Baby, Baby
and Mickey's Monkey) of all time. Really like raspberries, dark
chocolate with ripe pears, and capers, but do not wish to know from
where they come.
The six things I could never do without
New books, C&W (the poetry of our time), undiscovered beaches,
my gym, the possibility of all consuming love, and the scent and
touch of intimacy.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
the qualities of the woman I seek. I am looking generally for a confident, cerebral, kind, active woman with alluring looks and healthy existing relationships. One who knows she is still the stuff of which dreams are made and takes care of herself accordingly. More specifically I want a face that exhilarates from the next pillow, an opinion I trust, my first thought at daybreak, an always welcome call, a warm sweet touch in the dark, an appetite to feed, a heartbeat I feel, and a death I cannot bear.
On a typical Friday night I am
barefoot in the bed of my truck,
on a blanket look'in up,
half a moon peek'in down on us,
from underneath the clouds.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I am dyslexic. Hence, like my good friend and confidant, Forrest
Gump, I am not a smart man. But I know what love is.
You should message me if
You think that I could be that man who, now that you know I exist,
you do not want to live without.