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69 M Bedford, PA

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5′ 6″ (1.68m)
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Graduated from Ph.D program
Art / Music / Writing
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Has kids, but doesn’t want more
English (Fluently), Spanish (Okay)

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My self-summary
"And bless our dear troopers, the ones 'be done down, Marchin' home to His Pipes on God’s Mornin' " [Beeman, "No More Time for Sorrow," 2010

On understanding relative importance: In her OKCupid profile an attractive lonely widow wrote, "COMPANION WANTED - MUST BE IN MY AGE GROUP (60S); MUST NOT BEAT ME; MUST NOT RUN AROUND ON ME; MUST STILL BE GOOD IN BED!!!!! PLEASE APPLY IN PERSON." On the second day, she answered the doorbell and, much to her dismay, saw a handsome, distinguished grey-haired gentleman in a faded USAF pilot's jacket sitting in a wheelchair. He had no arms or legs.

The lady said, "You're not really asking me to consider you, are you? Just look at have no legs!"
The man smiled, "Therefore, I can't run around on you!"
"But you don't have any arms, either!" she snorted.
Again, he smiled, "Well, then, I can never beat you!"
She raised an eyebrow and asked intently, "Well, are you still good in bed?"
The man leaned back, beamed a big grin and said, "Rang the doorbell, didn't I?"

On my partner: She's a gentle woman of strength and kindness, an accomplished, inquisitive femme, sensuous and complete in herself, who doesn’t need a man in her life but for unfathomable reasons wants one, who believes a kiss begins at the eyelids and that the tango is the ultimate expression of desire.

A sensitive lady of culture, she's sweet, loud, crass, silent, haute beyond fashion, elegant beyond style, tough and hard when she needs to be, as I am when I need to be but in gentle fashion to keep the years, able to bear her coiffure occasionally disarrayed by a motorcycle helmet or an open canopy.

She's a do-er, a thinker, a maker, a giver of pain to protect her cubs, and when, behind a man's steady gaze she senses the unseen tear, a binder of wounds who once in a while permits binding hers.

Sure of who she is and who she is not, this sweet lady of diverse parts is absolutely determined not to finish out her life in front of a TV set, but to seek adventure and new horizons.

She's a confident American who loves her country and loves her God, a thoughtful, introspective scratcher of furry chins who’d stop her car to shoo an old box turtle across a roadway. If a hunter, she hunts only for meat, never a trophy, who agrees with me that part of laying claim to our planet is to make safe the little ones among us.

On my work: Author, No More Time For Sorrow, sequel A Morning Bright to Die, sites -,, [paste the links; they won't work from here], Ex-military pilot [OUR military], ex-professor, ex-tractor trailer driver, retired from nuclear engineering [yes, I was at TMI during the 1979 Accident; no, it was not my fault].

On circumstances: live on eighty acres behind a half-mile driveway with a herd of deer, six motorcycles, the occasional bear, three tuxedos one of which almost still fits, an English car that is British revenge for the Battle of Trenton from the people who built Stonehenge, a 1500-volume library, six computers occasionally networked, a depressingly ordinary wine cellar and Ernie The Rabbit who lives under my deck and has thus far eluded the mated pair of redtails who work my valley, but I fear he's getting careless.

On life style: Ride motorcycles, write books, fly an airplane - Elinor - named for a fictional heroine with whom I'm hopelessly in love, cut firewood, paddle a canoe, vacuum rugs, build buildings, read The Bible, attend concerts [Mozart, The Stones], wage a losing battle with my reading backlog, clean bathrooms, write technical articles that bore even me, program computers, do laundry, and produce from the grill a meatlike substance that my guests sometimes actually eat.

On family: Eldest granddaughter, 10, has been short-listed Mission Commander, First Manned Mars Mission, and her sister, 8, has been penciled in as Chief Pilot. When I told my daughter I intended to write NASA to congratulate the Agency on its good fortune, she suggested I have a couple of drinks and lie down until the feeling passed.

On appearance: Average looking; clean up fairly well; best photographed in a dim light. No infirmities, all parts present and in reasonably good working order. Yes, including those parts.

On relationships: Pretty low maintenance and easy to get along with - nonconfrontational - don't need to win arguments to prove I'm a man or to take a piece of your soul to feed my own ego.

On politics: I'm an American and proud of it.

On habits: Quit smoking cold turkey many years ago. Never used drugs or related garbage. Like a good Chardonnay now and then but not much on hard liquor or beer.

On Attitude: Spent thirty wonderful years married. Don't do anger or jealousy or control games, nor tolerate in my life women who do. Glad to help you with the pain from a past relationship, but if you carry a virtual hammer to beat me for unresolved issues with your ex, may I suggest seeking any of the other fine men on this site? If you're beautiful enough or voluptuous enough they may permit it; I simply don't have the time. I'm in perfect health and quite active; my hints about toys are merely to discourage the sedentary.
What I’m doing with my life
Since 9/11 I've redefined myself as a soldier although I'm too old to fight and too slow to run away. Since I lost my wife to cancer in 2005, I've redefined myself as a single guy, not by choice. After being retired about 12 years, took a post as COO and chief engineer building things with other people's money until it's all gone. Left in April '13 because my boss, the 42 year old female CEO, wouldn't stop chasing me around.
I’m really good at
...annoying liberals with facts;
...riding long distances on large-displacement road motorcycles;
...writing fiction;
...landing an airplane without requiring fire suppression;
...writing really disgusting limericks; ask for a sample.
The first things people usually notice about me
"You can judge a man's character by three things: first, what he's willing to put aside in order to preserve his own honor; second, the condition of shine on his boots; and I've forgotten the third thing."
Dr. Robert Beeman, "No More Time for Sorrow", 2010
The six things I could never do without

...a distant horizon, a point of land upon which to set a prow;

...a strong, beautiful, delicious woman in my heart and in my bed, tasty of body, sharp of tongue, mellow of circumstance, who can put to equally effective use Chanel or good pair of sturdy boots [not necessarily in bed];

...uplifting, challenging discourse and passion in the dawn;

...the smell of old leather, diesel fuel, and "White Diamonds";

...the whining windup and crackling roar of a radial aircraft engine; old Rosie's wet nose in my palm.

That's more than six things.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
"Sheridan leveled her gaze around the room, 'For God’s Sake, we’re talking about a nuclear attack on our country! We have no more time for apologies and ass kissing, shuffling around the world head down begging favor from these jackals. We’re going to be attacked, you fools! You’re sorry to be Americans? DON'T YOU REALIZE WE HAVE NO MORE TIME FOR SORROW?'”
Dr. Robert Beeman, "No More Time for Sorrow", 2010

"Maintenance done on one's motorcycle is maintenance done on oneself."
Robert Persig, "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance," 1969

"Delia lowered herself carefully into the overstuffed chair and adjusted the shoulder holster under her enormous left breast, 'Life is a shark, my darling; we swim forward or we die. And there are many, many more dead people walking around on two legs than in all the cemeteries.'"
Dr. Robert Beeman, "A Morning Bright to Die," 2012
On a typical Friday night I am
Working; makiing love; writing, riding; making love; flying; making love; designing buildings; ....did I mention making love?
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
My cell phone is so old that it has no keyboard.
I’m looking for
  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 32–74
  • Located anywhere
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if like what you see and what you read. Each is exactly who I am and how I live. aren't tied to a tv set, to conventionality, or to the past. are both sensuous and sexual, and understand the difference. are not yet done living.