Ruled more by emotion than by logic. I have extremely vivid dreams which I remember. Affectionate, truthful, quite shy at first, multilingual, have a cynical streak that I'm working on keeping in check, have an overdeveloped sense of the absurd. I tend to be the bigger spoon. I'm prone to foot-in-mouth issues, but working on this. I love planning trips and then having the plans go splat when I get there. The experience of living in Europe has formed me in significant ways. I have a mind that collects useless information but but isn't so great with the other kind. I'm very clumsy with technical things but quite handy with a hammer and duct tape. Numbers are not my friend, but cats love me. I am a terrific enough cook that a straight guy friend called me Husband Material. Life without music would be ashes for me and I have extremely varied taste, with a special weakness for Victorian and Tudor choral music. I like extreme weather, windy northern landscapes, moody North Sea skies, and the vacant desolation of southern Italy. I have a very strong emotional connection to Holland. Snuggling under the covers and hearing rain pelting on the roof makes me happy. So does an evening spent in a cozy pub or making jam on a snowy afternoon. I enjoy life's comforts and pleasures but I'm not particularly materially aspirational. I prefer quality to quantity. Never been into what we call 'The Scene'. Happily out, but don't make a career out of being gay. You better reckon with the fact that I totally can't dance.

A keen interest in the arts is important to me in a mate, and I feel a strong attraction to skinny younger men. I am attracted to intelligence, but skeptical of people who call themselves 'intellectuals' because that seems to bring along a particularly corrosive breed of arrogance. I would like to meet someone in touch with his juvenile side, who isn't too cool to be enthusiastic over small things or laugh at inappropriate jokes. Knee-jerk PC humorlessness is a deal breaker. So is the constant use of cliches like "deal breaker".

Things I love:
My cat Lola. Boys who embrace their inner nerd. Skinny tattooed boys who wear glasses. The smell of wet cement. Single Malt Scotch and small batch Kentucky bourbon. Vermont in October. Traditional Dutch pubs. Chaconnes and passacaglias. Learning languages. Long train trips in Europe. Violent storms. 17th century music. Entenmann's raspberry danish. Romanesque churches. Dutch landscapes and still lifes. North Sea skies. French cooking. English choirs. Redheads. Road trips.

Things I hate: Wastefulness. Aggressive people, especially loud ones. Abusive punctuation. Wind chimes. Mindless resistance to change. Inviolable itineraries. Smoking. Litter. Noise. Close talkers. Rap and Hip-Hop. The tyranny of arbitrary diet restrictions. Scent worn in enclosed spaces. Belligerent tradesmen. Sticky heat. Jagermeister. Zoos. Careless cooking. Getting stood up. Pets' lifespans. Queue-jumpers. Couples who fight in public. Chewing gum noise. Waking up with a hangover.

I am a terrific cook, an aesthete, and a loose cannon.

My profession is organist and choir director, but since that really doesn't pay much I also do side jobs as a caterer, free lance pet sitter and Dutch language tutor until a better paying organist post turns up. And currently I'm sorting out what I learned from walking a 500 mile pilgrimage across Spain in June.

Cooking. Spelling. Playing 17th century music on the organ. Making up stories about strangers in train station waiting rooms. Sensing the emotional weather. Living on almost no money. Procrastination. Getting painful crushes on totally hopeless boys half my age. Over-analyzing perfectly simple situations. Enjoying the details.

Aside from the fact that I'm obviously male? Maybe the direct eye contact.

Non-fiction books: Medieval history and books on European and Chinese history and current affairs. Travel books, especially by Paul Theroux and Eric Newby.

Fiction: Iris Murdoch, Barbara Pym, Muriel Spark, Anita Brookner, Joanna Trollope. If you know who Angela Thirkell is we would probably get along. Would you think less of me if I confessed I'm also a Stephen King fan, or that I usually have a John Grisham novel in hand for long plane trips?

Music, a partial list: Bach is closest to God. Playing Sweelinck is better than therapy. Franco-Flemish requiems,Tudor choral music, anything 17th century, late Beethoven, Brahms, Scriabin, Rautavaara, Fado, Rai, Javanese Gamelan, Ghazals, Edith Piaf, Mahalia Jackson, Sigur Ros (and Coldplay, sorry).
Lately spending a lot of time trying to develop virtuosity by way of the Bach Klavierubung.

TV: Downton Abbey. Absolutely Fabulous. Iron Chef. Chopped. House Finders International (which is only fun if you watch it with someone else so you can jeer at the couples.). New Scandinavian Cuisine (Because the presenter is adorable.)

Movies: 1950s Sci-Fi paranoia movies, low budget Film Noir, Ponderous 1950's Biblical epics, anything Kurosawa, anything Merchant-Ivory, anything with Joan Crawford or Bette Davis (did I tell you I was gay?), Busby Berkeley musical spectaculars.

Food: Everything. Foie gras, bi bim bap, pasta carbonara, sushi, mouhammara, kimchee, North Carolina pulled pork, and most stinky cheeses are favorites.

Something to read.
Good bread.
My Le Creuset 12 qt. bouillabaise pot.
Access to a beautiful organ.
Red wine.
Silence.

The walk I took across Spain.

Survival post apocalypse.

How to spend the check that should be coming any day now from Publisher's Clearinghouse.

Why men claiming to be straight keep checking out my profile.
(Though why that should take up any room in my head is a mystery.)

Whether I should "get some work done".

As I'm not a nine to fiver Friday is much the same as any other night. I wouldn't mind being out and about a bit more.

Nothing comes to mind just now.

...having read the above it seems like the thing to do.