Oh, bollocks.
Look, let's not pretend.
We're too damned old and too cynical (and if you're not, then shove off, cupcake) to play make-believe.
I ain't no Angie Jolie, but I more than make up for this fact with certain skills and knowledge (go on--it's okay to use your imagination). I suppose I should caution any/all pervs out there to NOT misinterpret the prior statement as a coded invitation (please see second statement).
I'm looking for a partner in crime; i.e., a man who is ready (i.e., has both an IQ > his shoe size and his ego in check), willing (sane), and able (fiscally competent, if not secure).

Having a wonderful time, wish you were here.

Seeing the potential.
Re-purposing stuff.
Walking.
Playing Scrabble.
Eating dark chocolate.
Digging around in the soil.
Etc.

is that I'm not a saber-toothed tiger.

Sheesh.
Where to start...where to end?!?!
The last book I paid money for and put on my bookshelf was "Unseen Academicals."
The last movie that didn't make me regret having spent 2 hours of my life in a darkened room with a bunch of complete strangers was "The King's Speech."
The last bit of music I sang along with (albeit off-key) was "Go Outside."
I rely more (a little too much) on my iPhone for entertainment (what else is a person to do on an hourlong commute?). Although, many podcasts can be fatuous, long-winded, and/or pointless; there are a couple of gems out there.
Since it's impossible to find good sushi in these parts, that's what I look for when I get back to Chicago.
Who knew smoked eel could be so damned delectable?!?

Hope.
Cecil (doglet #1).
Petunia (doglet #2).
Dark chocolate.
Reliable transportation.
A good pair of scissors.

How to spend my time more constructively than thinking about what I'm thinking about.

doing whatever comes to mind.

Beaches bore me to tears.

You have opposable thumbs and you aren't afraid to use them.