I'm a male individual, species h. sapiens, young enough, still, to crave the company of a female (same species), old enough to know better about that and a few other things. I have a brain, fairly well educated; a heart, fairly well tried. I try to remain skeptical and keep thinking it over.

I'm a father, and now a grandfather, brother, uncle, the orphan of wonderful parents, former husband (bereft, not by choice), (ex?)-hippie type, liberal but apolitical (when I can avoid being disgusted), 'spiritual' but areligious, and a few thousand other socio-politico-economic adjectives. What's the point of spelling it all out? - discovery is at least half the fun. But I'm laid back, reasonable, low maintenance, imaginative with reserves of passion, and very little interested, any more, in wealth, and not at all in power.

I don't suffer well: fools, deliberate ignorance, intolerance, shallowness, narrowness, selfishness and greed, hypocrites and liars, the self-righteous and the self-satisfied. But I don't stress about them, it's not worth it.

I enjoy the company of women in preference to that of men: women are often more intelligent and usually more mature than men, age for age. I'm not embarrassed by affection - love is wonderful, and should be enjoyed in the moment. I'm not what some would call a "man's man". I love baseball (but not obsessed), tolerate football (a much inferior game), like to shoot pool. I like beautiful and well made things of all descriptions, man-made and otherwise. I love a good argument, but don't resort to insult, volume or trickery in order to win. I'm a Seeker and a Truthsayer, and I realize that the more I learn, the less I know.

And I'm here for the same reason as most everyone else. We're all looking for someone to Love. Chances are for taking.

I am introspective, lyrical, and relaxed.

Retired from IT, I am now becoming the world's foremost expert in xenocryptozoology.

Some things, really bad at others, pretty fair on a whole lot more. But that's a vain and subjective opinion, isn't it? Try me, and judge for yourself.

That changes with every situation, and I really don't know. Much depends on what people are looking for. Sometimes it seems others notice almost nothing about me. That's fine. I do my own noticing, so maybe my eyes are the first things people really look at. That's always my first choice for a first look at someone else.

Why choose and limit? "Raindrops on Roses" is fine for a song, a snapshot of ideation, but doesn't allow much latitude for the fickleness of even a reasonably flexible mind. I'm pretty easy to please with books that are well written and don't sell the farm at the end (Agatha Christie pisses me off), movies that are well made in at least a couple of dimensions, foods that are well prepared with plenty of spices and can be had for less than fifty dollars a meal (presentation is very nice, but has no intrinsic monetary nor nutritional value). I love music of most kinds that deserve the classification. Rap is not music. At best, it is poetry (nouveau-beat) with an angst problem, at worst, it is utter garbage, and there's a lot more worst than best. Hip-hop and what passes for 'rhythm and blues' these days always seem an overpopulation of notes in search of a melody - artless, to say the least. I can also do without the flavor of country music that is served up in a sappy/soapy nasal whine, though Bluegrass and other authentic types are hard to beat. I'm a sucker for a well crafted song, especially if it tells me a story. I love classical music, and opera is said to be some of the greatest of it, but: To me, it usually sounds like a scandalous abuse of vocal talent, and tends to send me screaming and shuddering for the nearest exit (it's mostly the sopranos getting all Wagnerian and vibrato til the glass breaks). And how could Mozart waste his limited time so sadly, writing famous soap operas (you're right, B. - that's just what they are, is 18th cicle soaps)? Just think of all the beautiful instrumental pieces lost to history! Most newer Jazz bores me - again, no melody. And I could easily live happily without ever hearing another polka. Otherwise - sing me a song, play me a tune - rock 'n' roll is here to stay.

Fortunately (for me), I've learned that there are VERY few things that can't be done without. I love all the things everyone else does: books, music, children, friends, food, drink, seasons, fires (controlled), sunsets, sunrises and other celestial events, running water, hot water, electricity, warmth, shelter, etc., ad infinitum. But we're all as spoiled as hell in this part of the World, aren't we? Most of us have not the slightest clue how good we have it, just by luck of the draw. Strip it all away and find out that you can do without most things, if you have to, and you don't have to be utterly miserable while you're without them, or 'it' or whatever you're pining for, unless you want to be. A touch, a look, a thought, awareness of loving and being loved, perception in all its forms, the smallest kernel of hope, enough fuel and shelter to keep you alive, imagination to keep yourself amused and sane....necessities at the core. The rest is gravy and trimmings. If you're too ambitious for that, you're already poorer than you realize.

Music. How can I torture my computer today and still make it compute? Who's on First? How do "they" know? The nine billion names of God. Which dimension was that, anyway, and where was the entrance again? Why do they swallow all those ridiculous lies/do the liars think no one is listening? Where's my spokesweasel, dammit? What should I spend a lot of time thinking about next? Sex (so do you, maybe not as much/enough, but you do - a lot - think about it). (No order, substitutions arbitrary, all rights reserved.)

Trying to remember why it's important what day it is. Did I have an appointment? Oh well, I'll figure it out on Monday (maybe...if it was important...if I don't forget).

Nothing. Privacy is sacred and private matters should only be discussed with intimates in private. This is a public forum. But I have few secrets, and I'd be happy to scandalize you upon request.

a) You get it.
b) You don't get it, but like to argue the points (don't be foolish, I might have to take you down).
c) You are: stimulated, curious, seek elaboration, want me, need me, are horny and willing or otherwise aroused.
d) You want to.

(Select all that apply)

Clarification: "Casual" is not an apt term for intimacy, as far as I'm concerned, but there's no other way in the form to signal an active interest. Sex is healthy and natural, good for body and spirit, and should be practiced as often as one can manage. It should also be engaged with tenderness, love and respect, and is not a matter to be hurried nor forced. I'm not a male whore, and I'm not looking for a female one.