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. Think on that for a bit, if you dare.
Since I stopped haunting the West Village about a year ago, I've spent most of the time in the dreamland of 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, now one of two books I'm writing in a fever).
I'd intended to go back and forth twixt NYC and Telluride more often, but for a good while my mother was doing less well rather than better, as you might imagine I'd hoped, so I stuck close to her home. But now we have agreed that it may be a good time for me to get back to the big city. In the meantime, I would LOVE to have a companion with whom to ski (me) or snowboard (you?), to drink mulled wine in ski lodges at 12,000 feet, to caper between pools of natural hot springs and through the occasional cloud of mary jane, and to dance in small joints inside of one of America's most vibrantly authentic ski towns enveloped within a gobsmacking box canyon that makes Telluride one of the most beautiful places in all of North America.
I mentor startups, and I've got several startup projects going on, several book projects, a video project, and a teaching-high-schoolers-entrepreneurship project. I'm creatively on fire. So if you like the idea of a fella who could be either- or bi-coastal in the near-term, just to be with you, but who currently splits his time between paradise and New York City (and would strongly consider San Fran, and other cool places for love), why, you've found your knight in shining ardor.
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, though it could just be Tourette's, as well as that I seem calm and unflappable. I have at last the heart of an artist, an entrepreneur, and a seeker, and often the left brain of a lawyer who was fortunate to get first-class training in critical thinking at Harvard 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.
Remind Me. I have been told that I remind people -- whether in look or demeanor I don't really know -- of Jon Stewart, Steve Martin (my former wife says both Stewart and Martin), Alex P. Keaton/Michael J. Fox, Michael Douglas (this in the Negev), Kelsey Grammar "from ski goggles to chin," William Hurt, Mel Gibson, an asshole, "the captain from 'Firefly,'" a cartoon character I can't recall, and, three times in Manhattan last year, Mikhail Baryshnikov.
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.
Power of Now. Or of Sex, Right Now.. Ah, the poetry of a woman's body. I can be utterly present to you -- 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 always 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.
Happy me if you could have an interest in my writing. Or if you have legs like a Russian pole vaulting champion. Whichever.