Anyway, if you have a problem with someone who is actually happy about being 59 and thus feels no need to lie about age, you might as well stop reading now.
Still with me? Fine. Plop into a nice, comfy reading chair, you're going to need to settle in to make it all the way through this feature-length profile. Still, in the interest of saving a few folks a hell of a lot of time...
I'LL START WITH THREE SHOCKINGLY BLUNT STATEMENTS:
1) If you smoke, it ain't gonna happen. And I mean anything, at all, even just a tiny bit. Likewise, doing drugs you can't find at Walgreen's is another deal breaker. Thanks for playing, here's a year's supply of Turtlewax® as a parting gift. Buh bye.
2) I have cats. I will likely always have cats. Sometimes I'll also add a dog or two into the mix. If you are not critter-compatible, kindly take your accursed lint roller and move on to the next fur-free profile.
3) I hate porn. No joke, I really detest it. Now, I don't care if you watch it, just as long as (A) YOU deal with all the surplus dirty hand towels it generates, and (B) you don't expect ME to do anything more than sneer derisively at your naughty men grunting out incredibly cheesy dialogue--and badly at that.
There. That ought to have thinned out the crowd a wee bit.
OK, perhaps more than just a wee bit. The .003% of you that have made it this far, read on.
AND I'LL CONTINUE WITH RANDOM MUSINGS:
"Long walks on the beach at sunset"? "Nice candlelit dinners with a fine wine by a roaring fireplace"? Umm, no. Please parade such snoozeworthy banalities elsewhere.
"Discreet, straight-acting normal GWM looking for same. No drama or..."? Oh, puh-LEEZ! That kind of tripe is even worse than the brain-dead clichés.
"Riding shopping carts through the parking lot"? "Shooting a photo series on the gunk stuck beneath cafeteria tables"? "Froot Loops nachos"? Oh yeah, baby, NOW you've got my think-WAY-outside-the-box attention!
I snicker quietly at people who eat pizza with a fork. I chuckle softly at self-inflicted fashion victims. I laugh loudly at my own ridiculous behavior.
I often attend major film festivals, including Sundance and Frameline.
I'm (used to be) one of the regular commenters on a popular blog called Gizmodo. If you want to assess just how off-kilter I am before proceeding--a wise precaution--just (use your WayBack Machine and) look for a "star commenter" called "bosskev", red avatar. (Maybe someday I'll get back into Gizmodo?)
I work for Apple (as a Creative). I previously worked 20+ years for a university. As a curious byproduct, even as I have aged a bit (OK...a LOT), I have always been surrounded by a peer group of twentysomethings. The upshot of this is that I tend to flow seamlessly across several generational continuums. Indeed, about the only significant advantage a Baby Boomer has to me over a Gen X or Gen Y guy is that the Boomer is more likely to laugh at my '60s and '70s pop cultural references. All that said, as I am probably a lot older than many (most?) guys here, I am nonetheless NOT looking for some funky daddy/son role playing scenario. Ew. I AM looking for an equal partner irrespective of the birthdate.
Contrary to apparently popular opinion, I regard "Brokeback Mountain" as loathsome, self-hating crap. Discuss.
I'm a vegetarian. You're not? Cool. I only mention it in case you are a gourmet cook and have "issues" with my food choices. Please--you eat all the meat you want but pass me the broccoli.
My pets get normal names. Holly. Mikayla. Bill. Dorothy.
When I go and do a "Compare Profiles" here on OkCupid, it occasionally gives me über-bizarre statistical results. Like it just told me "bosskev is More Violent". WTF? I'm as big a pacifist as one can be! I even carry bugs out to the yard, fergawdzsake. Stupid crap like that makes me want to deck somebody.
I was once, ever so briefly, a professional bowler. Hey! Don't go mocking me, I'm sure you've got some skeletons in your closet as well.
I treasure my embarrassing moments. Be sure to ask me about the toilet paper streamers (yes, plural) in the airport terminal.