I am also mindful that I would not be the man I am today without my old man (also Frank) who showed me how to love and treat a woman. Nor would I be the man I am without my mom who called Frank the first on his own particular bullshit and well demonstrated the expectations a woman should have (and how those should be met). Saints they weren't, loving - demonstrably.
Dad always said I was no Junior… “Ock, he’s his own wee Frank” he’d say in his rollicking Irish brogue. That’s still true, I’ve always been my “own wee Frank,” but like the old man before me, I’m at my best when in love with and accompanied by a spirited, progressive, loving and intellectually curious counterpart… perhaps you?
When forced to self-promote online, I’ll cop to being intelligent, romantic, passionate, loving and thoughtful. I appreciate all those same qualities in a woman as well. Oh, and if it matters, I'm fit as all heck. Seriously fit (but not so damn fit I don't maintain a sense of humor in the gym - way too many precious moments to wear that constipated "fit-face" I see all too often). Oh, I say things like “all heck” because although my old man was from Belfast, I grew up in Nebraska.