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:
Red heads. 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. 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.