Make me laugh and we're halfway there. A sense of humor is a wonderful thing and a muse would make me very happy.
I'm a creative man who definitely marches to his own super syncopated drummer. I am a writer. And a theater director. I'm also a storyteller and I mostly perform solo. I guess that makes me a big believer in self expression.
Someone told me I was a sapiosexual. (huh? new to me). I guess that means I'm a sexual intellectual. Ok.
My day job is quite cool. In fact, the coolest job in New York. I am the special effects director, which includes certified pyro-technician duties, for a network TV comedy show.
I'm told that I look and seem more than ten years younger than my actual age. Ok.
And I was once called a blend of evolved gentleman and cocky-card-carrying caveman. (You cannot make this stuff up. Well, you could. But I didn't.) That means I am wholesome and not hardly wholesome at the same time. Oookay!
Quite intuitive. I consider myself interesting, complex and opinionated. Most of all I'm a real man. I even watch real man sports like football, basketball, boxing and women's tennis. I love Bikram yoga. Great meditation and workout. Yep, I like it hot, sweaty and intense, lasting at least 90 minutes. (Double entendre thrown in for free!)
I'm looking for a fit and attractive woman who is intelligent with the ability to talk about anything and everything. I like women. And I seek someone sensible, creative and feminine. I truly appreciate and understand powerful, assertive women who may sometimes desire to surrender that power. Letting go can be liberating, right? I get that.
Ethnicity is not important. Why would it be or should it be? Integrity, however, is very important. Mutual respect is paramount and I have an expert's radar for bullshit. (let me repeat that in slow motion: "I have an expert's radar for bull-shit.") Not a big fan of high maintenance for high maintenance sake. Not looking for a princess because I am nobody's prince. But I am quite charming.
I'm basically an honest person. But yes, I have told a little black lie. Who hasn't?
I used to think I knew exactly what I was looking for in a mate, but life has a way of telling you that you don't know jack crap. I really wish I could articulate my type. Maybe I just don't have one. I do know that I seek my best friend who happens to be a fantastic lover. I guess that's a good place to start.
I grew up on the humor of Monty Python, Cheech and Chong and Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx, Moms Mabley, Dick Gregory and George Carlin. So you can imagine what that has done to my brain.