For starters, I'm probably the sanest one you will ever find in cyberspace. No kidding. I'm a close cousin of Yoda and the Dalai Lama (without the pontificating yadayada). Accept me and I will do the same of you. I'm not into self-analysis, or analyzing my friends. There is no percentage in it. I just want us to add to each other's joy in life.
Where to start? Physical or metaphysical?
Physical is where most females want to start, and that is easier, so let me warm up with that. If you don't care about it (many women claim this????), skip the following paragraph.
I am the following:
-159 pounds, as of this morning at the gym. I vary from about 157 to 165. (I don't want to give you the idea I am obsessed with weight...I'm not...but for a heterosexual male the scale is about the most interesting thing in the men's locker room)
-Eyes sometimes green sometimes blue (don't know what makes the difference..daughter says it is how much I slept...)
- I have a very good body in a lanky kind of way. Long fingers/toes/arms/legs....If you are not obsessed with Governor Schwarzneggar types, it would probably please you.
- Hair only where hair belongs
- A cute innie...
I play the sax but not extremely well (not because I am untalented...I have promise.... but because I have only played about six years and, considering, I'm pretty hot). I play on Wednesdays with people who are way better than me in Vermont, plus in a Latin ensemble and in a jazz ensemble, and I go to France to play in the summer. I can carry my weight in a conversation. I love adrenaline-related sports that force you to live in the moment (I love being wet and scared and warm at the same time). This means windsurfing and previously kitesurfing (I abandonned kitesurfing and my gear is on permanent loan to a friend in NC), whitewater kayaking, scuba. My heart is in the tropics and I have my own place in the Venezuelan Caribbean where I spend my winters windsurfing. I travel a lot, I used to meditate daily (Vipassana) but fell off the wagon. I know how to treat a woman (whatever that means), though I never did get the toilet seat thing down very well. So as long as your emotions are not too seriously tied to toilet seat position, don't worry...I will treat them extremely well. Every day I am less of a vegetarian- I love animals but I eat whole schools of fish (yes, I know they are animals), and meat, and occasionally something gross like a chili dog too. I push my limits at the gym though I don't particularly enjoy it. I can be very open or very closed, depending upon the people I am with. And by the way...I'm not lonely. I never seek information not freely offered and never share anything about my friends with others without their permission, regardless of where the friendships go. And I definitely don't stalk. It would make me feel too much like a schnauzer.
OK, now the hard stuff. Why am I here? It's a good question you are bound to ask really soon if I don't tell you now. I'm not prone to self-analysis, so I have to think about it a little. Here is my story. I was married faithfully for about 19 years . working as a physician, divorced since January 2008 and separated much longer.
When I was together with my ex-wife I was faithful. Why was I faithful? I'm not sure about that either. I assure you it has nothing to do with sainthood, or sexual morality, or fear, or lack of opportunity. I guess commitment, but not to her, rather to myself. I make few commitments because I take them so seriously.
I am intrigued by the possibility of mutual exploration with the right person...kind of like tenderly peeling away layers to reach the essence. Friends are very important to me. Mostly I enjoy fatherhood (my daughter is grown but lives nearby). I play music, I do my sports. I hang out with friends. I travel a lot. The paradigm has shifted.
I'm not hungrily looking for a girlfriend or lover, but I am open to deep love, If I find someone, I would want somebody tender, happy, easygoing, attractive, independent and playful, and I want us to enjoy our moments together in an uncomplicated way. Somebody who lives life as an art form, rather than something you just do. Commitment could be deep or superficial based on what happens- if you don't push the river it flows by itself. It would be nice if you were a whole lot smarter than Sarah Palin , and cuter than Hillary. Sweetness is an incredibly underrated aphrodisiac- maybe the biggest one for me, I don't know. But formulas are silly. Vanity. Vanity. All is vanity. I just want you to make my heart go twitterpat.
The thing I think I like best about cyberspace is that it is the only place I know where everybody plays by their own rules.
Mine are simple and there are only three.
1. Keep it happy and spread joy.
2. Don't hurt anybody (I know some of you are fragile...)
3. Stay out of wormholes (I am rethinking the third as the paradigm shifts.)
And a fourth rule that is inviolable: I will not have sex with anybody unless I am certain that our thoughts of each other (wherever the future leads us, apart or together) will always bring a smile to both of our faces.
Wow, this turned out to be wordy, way more than I intended, but it was fun for me, and hopefully for you too. If you made it this far, you are either into Proustian prose, or you DO like me. So please write and tell me about yourself. It can be superficial stuff....what you had for breakfast, what your room looks like, what you do for work, if you have funny toes... Or if you prefer, you can get all deep and profound and tell me about your worldly hopes, deepest fears, wildest desires, whatever. Or something completely different. After all, it is your brain. Maybe just say hi.