I'm a teacher/imparter of dubiously useful information about contemporary post 1789 Europe based in Albuquerque, NM.
I'm 45, I am Hispanic, single (although I imagine many of us have our important, meaningful, and responsible 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 four days a week.
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.
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...