Maybe that should be my entire self-summery. But...let's cut to the chase and then I'll get all philosophic and stuff. Here is what is really important: I live by myself and still I put the toilet seat down. I will always be willing to stir the new peanut butter. And not only will I change the toilet paper, I'll put a roll out before the last one is done and will put the flap over or under, whatever you want. I am not unlike Gandhi in these ways.
If you've been wandering around on this site for weeks or months or years (or hours), looking for a man of quality who will bring something rich to your life, maybe what you're looking for is someone you don't expect it to be. I'm smart and funny and kind, have wonderful friends and a great job, a satisfying life. I'm calm and easy to get along with. I have a tendency to surprise my partners, which is sweet and good and fun. I'm a good man. I like--really like--women. I respect them and value them and don't give them shit because they're women. Women, truly, are the best. I've heard men send women rude and unpleasant e-mails sometimes. What the hell is that about?
My experience in relationships has been rich. Good, bad wonderful, ridiculous. I wouldn't trade any of it. I feel fortunate for my experiences and the love I've shared. And I'm pretty sure nearly all of the women I've been involved with would feel the same about their time with me--though there are always exceptions.
I'm funny in person. Hard to believe when you read this, but it's true. I like to have fun. If you take a chance and meet me you will meet someone you will be glad to have in your life, one way or another. If we click and something really happens I will treat you as well as any man ever has--maybe better. You deserve that, don't you?
A friend just posted this on her FB page, and I liked it:
I took the kiss full on the mouth, sweet fruit, miraculous chemistry of salts and water that keeps the flesh, that swells and spills and feels so like weeping. What belongs to me, if not this? - Lynda Hull