I'm a teacher/imparter of dubiously useful information about contemporary post 1789 Europe based in Albuquerque, NM.
I'm 46, I am Hispanic, single (although I imagine many of us have our important, meaningful, and responsible--non-monogamous, physical friendships), straight, professional, worldly, witty, articulate, well-educated, intelligent, confident, independent, fun, safe, tested regularly and negative, childless, sterile by vasectomy, yada yada yada. I don't smoke. I enjoy social drinking, bathe at least once a day, brush my teeth at least twice a day, and find myself in the gym (less and less, alas, to play racquetball) about five days a week... or I'm out running or bicycling in the warm elevated desert sun.
I frankly don't know what other labels I can or should apply to myself at this point because while I intellectually don't see much logic nor do I understand society's insistence on monogamy I am not sure that polyamory or some sort of responsible, open, and consensual non-monogamous relationship is the be all end all either. Still I am not inclined to stomach people believing in and harping on the argument that even though we are statistically doomed to fail as married or serial monogamist couples when we're in those situations, we need to be serial monogamists and cannot grow any other relationships, especially friendships that may include a sexual component with other friends, and that for the length of the relationship we are owned (or rented) as are our genitals. Sadly on this particular front, I feel cursed at primary partnerships and blessed with secondary relationships that last for years and years.
Though I straddle the line between a quiet confidence and insecure self-deprecation, I am happy that I strike a chord with so many fascinating people. Still, I never know when a woman is interested in me until she surprises me and starts playing tonsil-hockey with me.
Hmmm... and I speak fluent Spanish, struggle through low-intermediate French, and know a few cuss words in Catalan.
I am multi-faceted, uncategorizable, and ADHD-rrific...
In the meantime I'm reading, supposedly writing, and learning how to herd cats for a new position at work. While in Kansas City earlier this summer, I revisited the importance and fun of working hard but playing harder, and would be happy to have more friends for such adventures. I get to work and goof off in KCMO coming up this May and June, and hopefully some time in Madrid Spain follows that.
In a matter of a few months this year (2015) I have managed to have my heart broken twice, brutally, by a couple of Leos so I'm sort of licking my wounds and not sure I'm likely ready for anything beyond building upon a meaningful connection/friendship.
I have a ridiculously eclectic music collection on my iPod from Lyle Lovett to Cold Play, from Astor Piazzolla to Depeche Mode, from Radiohead to Philip Glass. I have been known to rock out to a lot of punk rock Social Distortion, Offspring, Flogging Molly, and/or Me First and the Gimme Gimmies when I hit the gym. I had a blast at a recent Offspring concert at KCLive. I subscribe to XM Radio for my car even though I have one of the shortest comes in America, and am usually tuned in to Channel 36, Alt Nation.
As for food, I am pretty much omnivorous though not a huge fan of seafood and shellfish. I truly love to cook, and crave opportunities to do so for friends who are potential lovers/partners.
Allegedly Lucinda Williams had herself a great show in Madrid while I was last there recently, and it's too bad I missed it. I love her music, but when I saw her in Santa Fe, NM a couple of years back, perhaps when she was in depression phase, she had the charisma of a cold cod.
Jenny Lewis's "Handle me with care".
I've also been mulling how many (NOT ALL) of my beliefs parallel this woman's: http://solopoly.net/2013/01/10/rules-for-myself-what-makes-solo-polyamory-work-for-me/
If OKC thinks we are an 80% or better match that suggests (from past experiences) we will get along swimmingly. Well I imagine that the "hot but vacuous" will eventually bore me. So read this:
I'd like to meet an intelligent to brilliant conversationalist who is confident, sexy, witty, and happy... Someone who is looking for a confident friend (and maybe a primary partner/lover) with whom she can be free to be herself and allow me to be the same. Someone who understands that though I am content with a lot about my life, I am insatiable when it comes to surrounding myself with thoughtful, challenging, beautiful, and interesting friends.
Someone who sings out loud while driving in her car; loves flannel sheets because they allow you to sleep in the buff with a lover in the winter; is a cat and a dog person, or just a cat person; can hold her end of a conversation; is athletic, healthy, and/or knowledgeable about sports; is a barfly and a discerning drinker; isn't into power or pain because the best adult play is between friends and equals; has a little black cocktail dress and doesn't think it's weird that I crave opportunities to wear my tux; someone who respects my relationships, and who expects the same; someone who digs my cooking; someone who doesn't impose her beliefs about people's private lives on others; someone who is sure of herself and mostly comfortable in her own skin.