It's worth knowing that small birds and unruly children tend to gather at my feet. Or that I dance like the crazed progeny of a village gypsy and James Brown. That's not opinion, as my 9th-grade biology teacher used to say, of his opinions, that’s fact.
In both my writing and speech the discerning temptress may find semi-erotic over- and under-tones, because life is short and, oh what the hell, why not your skirt too. Poetry, Octavio Paz told us, is the eroticization of language, just as eros is the poetry of the body.
I've spent most of the last two years in amazing Telluride, Colorado, because I told my mother a few years ago that if she ever had to get chemo again, she wouldn't go through it alone. (We also walked across Spain together, our little Camino, Not Chemo).
The Dude Does Not Abide. I am probably not someone you'd call chill and laid-back. I've been told I have crackling energy, as well as that I seem calm and unflappable. I have the heart of an artist and entrepreneur, and the left brain, let's say, of a lawyer who was fortunate to get first-class training in critical thinking at a top law school. In sports involving implements I'm an abomination. Native of small-town Colorado, I have an East Coast sensibility, a quick mind and tongue, but an intention as gentle as the Buddha's. I revere irreverence.
Dance. I am transported in dance, but sometimes I just dance ironically. I really feel music, and I can dance to just about all of it.
Energy. I am physically pretty strong and graceful, a former hurdler and running back. I'm a merciless hiker and a serviceable yogi, a ravenous reader and a prince of a friend. UPDATE: I'm pretty sure I was merciless when I wrote that, but after yesterday's first hike of the season, even allowing for altitude, I can report that I have become quite merciful).
Power of Now.I am utterly present to a woman and the poetry of her body -- in conversation, in flagrante delicto, or in silence. I'm learning every day what it really means to pay attention, and what the power of now can do for a relationship. Or for transformative, worshipful, cosmos-traversing sex. A woman, like love, is a temple, and she is a higher law.
Yearn. I've traveled to all but one state and to 37 countries, my favorites many times. I could imagine living with you at least part of the year abroad, living a creative and loving and generous life among like-minded sorts, near natural settings within 30 minutes from real skiing.
Heart. I'm curious. As a teenager I identified with Don Juan's classic riff: "For me there is only the traveling on paths that have a heart, or on any path that may have heart. There I travel… and the only worthwhile challenge is to traverse its full length.
"And there I travel looking, looking, breathlessly."
The picture of me that you like most is the one I look most like.
MY BEST FRIEND
You are passionate, confident, open, funny, expressive, active, awake. Curious about the world and everything in it, you're always learning. Maybe you consume books like chocolate, like cotton candy, like chocolate. You have your own life, your own power, and are happy being independent. Your key lessons are largely known to you. You intend to enter into a mutually conscious, ever-growing, fearlessly searching relationship. You are that wonderful combination of smart and kind; you're warm and nurturing to all. Probably you have a real soft spot for animals. You can imagine liking a man picking out flattering clothes for you, with or without your presence. You can email me a scan of an embossed certificate attesting to the absence of major personality disorders. And honestly, you have really great legs.