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64 F Silver Spring, MD

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5′ 2″ (1.57m)
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Graduated from masters program
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Likes dogs and has cats
English, French (Okay)

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My self-summary
House of Cards update: I was an extra before, and next week I'll be an extra again for two full days. Hmmm. I really need to find out about becoming an extra for VEEP ......

Next up -- a triathlon in August (fourth this season -- and a national competition). Heavy duty training looms.

And last -- a plaintive plea. Men, if I write to you and you have zero interest in me or anything I've written about, please be courteous enough to write back saying "no thanks." And if you're not going to do that, I suggest you delete from your profile where you say "I will absolutely answer every e-mail I receive."


And now we return you to our regularly scheduled, um, text.

Once -- and future -- criminologist.
Actress. Well, "actor." None of this "tress" stuff anymore, apparently. Only comedy, though. Prefer the stage.
Sister, daughter, friend, and one of the world's best aunts.
Lover. Um, I'm thinking this requires no explanation.
Book reader. Mysteries, spy stuff. Adding non-fiction.
Nearly non-TV watcher.
Cat owner.
Cannot abide dull and boring. Those qualities -- and I use the word very lightly -- rank right up there as things I abhor -- but still fall underneath -- bullies.
What I’m doing with my life
My becoming a widow meant I had another chance at living my life -- really living it.

So now, I am trying to wrest from life all that's available to me, and, oh, while I'm at it, some of what's available to others who aren't bothering to avail themselves of it. Seeing as it's basically left over ... Waste not, want not, right?

While many friends and colleagues are retiring, I'm not. I'm not even thinking about that. In fact, I'm still working on my career ...

And when I compete in triathlons, I am haughtily proud when they mark my left calf with my age. The smug factor is elevated as I bike (and frequently run) past women 20 and 30 years younger than me. And many men ...

So what am I doing with my life? All I can, every day. And then some.
I’m really good at
Wasting inordinate amounts of time.
Updating this profile so it gets excerpted. See: above.
Making people laugh. Hmmm, would that I have done that already?
Acting. As in performing on a stage vs. pretending to be something or someone I'm not in real life. That I don't do.
Being a friend.
Not cleaning my house. I am really soooo good at this, it's nearly embarrassing. Ah well, work to one's strengths, I always say ...
The first things people usually notice about me
I have no idea. Sometimes people say ... I thought you'd be taller. Now, whether they noticed this first ... let me return full circle to: I have no idea.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
My favorite book, far and away and always, is Catch-22.

When I was a young girl it was Gone With the Wind. Almost doesn't bear mentioning, except it was really long and I read it four times in a row. Never could understand why Scarlett wasted a second on wimpy Ashley Wilkes, but that's just me.

And do consider reading Sex At Dawn. It's not porn (!) -- it's an incredibly, comprehensively, and nearly unbelievably well researched book on why monogamy is not what humans are wired for -- and how it's an externally applied construct based on a series of invalid premises.

Movies. Casablanca. Children of Paradise. Hmmm. Ought I move ahead a few decades? Ok then. Sherlock Holmes. Robert Downey is an astonishing actor. And if you haven't already seen it (yes, I'm years behind on this one), Bad Santa. Oh, watch it twice.

Music. Classic rock -- and Broadway musicals. I know, I know, it's one irresistible combination.
The six things I could never do without

Sundaes. Chocolate chip ice cream and hot fudge sauce. That's it. No whipped cream, no anything else. And more sauce on the side. Of late, I had added a little variability, choosing Starbucks' Java chip instead of chocolate chip. But -- oh the horror -- Starbucks has apparently ceased making that product. I am bereft.

Exercise/training/working out. To be a little more specific, swimming, biking, running -- and now weight training. Do note how conveniently the first three fit into the exact events in a triathlon. What a lucky break ......

My family, which includes my cats. If you're allergic or just can't abide the concept of someone loving pets, then this [for me] would come under the category of what therapists call "good information." This [for you] would have you pass me by. So, good all round on that one.

Salty/crunchy food. Mmmm ... buttered popcorn.

The very close interaction of men and women.

Yes, yes, these collective responses add up to more than six. Yeah, I'm cheating. Or I don't like rules. Well, both.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
... where I might place in my age group in the 2014 season of triathlons, including the Sprint Nationals in August. Don't think I'm not keeping an eye on those damn formerly 59-year-olds who had a birthday and have thus become my competitors.

... in what ways I will continue to benefit from all the things my FABULOUS WONDERFUL tri coach (name happily supplied upon request) showed me -- for running and swimming. So. Hire a coach, do what he says, train frequently, get improved results. What a concept.

... if the ugliness that passes for legislating on Capitol Hill will ever diminish, and if people will ever again be able to say either what they think or the truth without there being a massive, 24-hour media backlash. AND whether certain people on the right-hand side of the ledger might consider having facts to back up those things they blithely say -- and assert as truths.

... if anyone who writes about politics for a living doesn't feel some level of "has the world gone mad" in covering the minutiae of who tweeted what when. At times, through their own tweets. And the music goes round and round ......

... if 60 really IS the new 40, and, somewhat related, whether Cougar will once again become just the name of a large cat.
On a typical Friday night I am
... noting how I lose track of which day is which since I'm now a freelance writer/editor -- and days just meld. Or meeting a friend for dinner. Or on a date. But oh me oh my, sometimes those dates do not work out at all. Not. At. All. I am, however, in the process of firing my screener over those. ***

*** Um, this is a joke. Thought I'd forestall any comments along the lines of -- she has a screener??!!?

You think I don't need to qualify this? Well, all I can say is -- think again.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
... is ... nothing. I don't know if you've noticed, but we're not exactly in private eyes-only land here.
I’m looking for
  • Straight guys only
  • Ages 45–62
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
... well, if you like what I wrote and/or you like what I look like. I mean, why else would you contact me?

But do let me add ... I am not on this site looking for a penpal. I have limited free time, and I don't enjoy chatting online solely to chat. It's that whole means/ends thing, and for me, communicating online is just the means to meeting -- which, if you're still paying attention, is the aforementioned "ends."

And lastly -- I've included "short term dating" -- perhaps in the hope that someone will tell me what it actually means. It sounds like such an odd thing -- akin to sell-by dates. Who, I wonder, starts seeing someone with the express intent to see that person only for a very limited "x" amount of time?!!