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My self-summary
"A love-struck Romeo, sings the streets a serenade, laying everybody low with the love song that he made."

I'm arriving again in the World's most beautiful city after my recharge at home in the World's greatest city. My profile name explained! Mon français est encore très mauvais tristement mais je continue à essayer apprendre encore aussi.

I like to think I'm a man of the world, in the best sense of those words. I have been all over it and hope to do more. East to Tokyo and Hong Kong, south recently to Buenos Aires, almost all of Europe, traveling has enriched my life greatly.

I am really six feet tall. I am shaved these days, kinda sorta. I own a tux, can make a bow tie, but prefer jeans/khakis. (haven't you seen enough shirtless meatheads by now?). I am curious and analytical. I need to know more and I work towards it sedulously. I am well read, deliberate, fully formed. I discuss provocative things: Politics, God, Sex. I fear not emotion nor communication and least of all, passion.

I quote movies, songs, books and leave poetry on my answering machine (yes, I still have an answering machine). I have extrovert skills, but often prefer not to use them. I tend towards the asocial, that's why I prefer to be coupled. I go out to find someone to cuddle up and stay in with.

It's me who you call when it's bad in life because I solve problems. I am a flexible, playful soul who keeps Silly a close ally to offset life's eventual trials. This is perspective, not juvenilia. Think Jon Stewart or Letterman (taller than the first, NY jewier than the second). Sundae toppings are always in my fridge! And I don't want to live in a world sans bacon.

I read, hang out well, value your time, am able to jump in, like old movies, sharing appetizers at the bar and know how to hold a fork and knife properly (table manners are a dying artifice, sadly).

I traded in the Corporate life for my own Consulting business and a Dream chase. I make a living but money is not my driving force. I don't think Success is measured in bank accounts. It's measured in growth as a human being and the richness of the experiences you have lived.

I know that: you're sexier in my t-shirt than you will ever be in the little black dress, Atkins wasn't a genius (we lourve bread!), you don't need a God to know that you should do unto others kindly, the gap between confidence and arrogance is how attractive you find the guy, if you never fight you don't care enough to be together.

A favorite quote: Memento Mori: Remember you will die. So go have some fun.
What I’m doing with my life
I am living between Manhattan and Paris (mostly NYC), trying to learn French, trying to make a living and trying to write something eternal.

Primary love: Playwright

Primary sustenance: My own consultancy to small businesses for marketing and finance

I gave up the Corporate job, now I help other people's dreams (their own business) come true. That doesn't suck.
I’m really good at
Growing through reading, traveling, exploring, eating, listening, watching, drinking, NOT reading "A Girl With/, learning French unsuccessfully, guitar-playing, playing in general, kissing, cooking and several other gerunds I can't think of at the moment.

I am a great kisser. Great.

I am great hugger. Great.

I talk the talk. I walk the walk. So should you.
The first things people usually notice about me
Hopefully they notice the playful, slightly mischievous look in my eye.

My look varies depending on whether I've shaved, whether I'm wearing my glasses (apparently it keeps the world from recognizing Superman in Clark Kent), whether I'm wearing a hat, the length of hair and my wardrobe. I'm chameleon.

I take really crappy pictures and look much better in person. Most dates tell me I really need pictures that better capture me. Lower expectations, higher appreciation.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Kissing, Bob Dylan, Charlie Rose, bacon, Good Eats, 1940 and 1970s movies, 3 am, Woody Allen, kissing, Philip Roth, olives, LOST, late reading as a woman sleeps naked nearby, salt, cursing, kissing, WALL-E, naps, a G chord on an acoustic guitar, Arrested Development, my grill pan, Modern Family, Google Translate and did I mention---oh yeah, I did.

Favorite Movies:
Annie Hall, Crimes and Misdemeanors, Zelig
The Lion in Winter
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof
To Kill A Mockingbird
Three Days of the Condor
Judgement at Nuremberg
The Princess Bride
It's A Wonderful Life
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
The Butterfly and The Diving Bell
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf
The Big Lebowski
Just about anything with Max Von Sydow, Alan Arkin, Oliver Platt, Meryl Streep, Robert Duvall, Paul Scofield, Peter Dinklage, Stephen Rea, Ned Beatty.
I think Wes Anderson films are highly overrated

Favorite Music:
Bob Dylan (God)
Tom Waits
The Who/Pete Townshend
Wilco/Son Volt/Uncle Tupelo variations
The Clash
The Waterboys (Fisherman's Blues)
Very late in life Johnny Cash
Bach's Cello Suites
Ms. Joni Mitchell
Stan Getz does Bossa Nova
Van Morrison
Beethoven's Ninth
The Lumineers

Favorite Artists:
Van Gogh
Lucien Freud
El Greco
Chuck Close
Marc Chagall
Claude Monet at Giverny

Favorite Books (toughest of all):
Sabbath's Theatre, Philip Roth
A Prayer for Owen Meany, John Irving
Midnight's Children, Salmon Rushdie
The Giving Tree, Shel Silverstein
The Razor's Edge, W. Somerset Maugham
The Idiot, Fyodor Dostoyevsky
The Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison
The Sheltering Sky, Paul Bowles
Dharma Bums, Jack Kerouac
Prufrock et al., T. S. Eliot
Letters to a Young Contrarian, Chris Hitchens
All the Glass Family stories, JD Salinger
Paris Spleen, Charles Baudelaire
Siddhartha, Herman Hesse
Pretty much all of Faulkner, esp. Light In August
The poetry of Edna St. Vincent Millay

Favorite Foods:
Porterhouse, medium rare (medium in France)
Sauces Bearnaise, Hollandaise, Au Poivre
Pastrami at Katz's Delicatessen NYC
Corn on the cob with lots of salt & butter
Saucisson sec
Cheese, cheese, cheese et fromage
Gras of the Foie
Peking Duck with hoisin sauce (I'd bathe in it)
Lobster dripping with butter
Bacon and lardon (which is just bacon in French)
Caramel / caramel beurre salé
Escargot de Bourgogne

AND now for the much longer list of shit I hate....
The six things I could never do without
New York and Paris
Google Translate (oui, mon français est terrible)
Ice Cold Water
Women (you guys really are the greatest thing here on this planet. But on Alpha Centuri V, you're middling at best. ;-) )
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Everything. God, politics, music, the fate of literature, theatre, String theory, coitus, hockey, the ECB, le passe compose, US hegemony, pomegranate seeds, dipthongs, golden retrievers, sauce Bearnaise, the fucking Middle East still, gummi bears, lawn thatch, etc.

On God: I believe in people believing in whatever makes them happy, brings them peace, succor, helps them sleep at night etc. Just don't force your views on me. I am not a believer in the Big Fella, the science outweighs the faith for me...But I'd love to be wrong. In fact I truly hope I am. So I am fine with whatever your beliefs are. Just come back to bed and cuddle up next to me when you're done with your praying, whichever day of the week you do it on. {But when you do come back to bed, don't press your cold feet against me to warm them because that's not nice, that's mean, and your God doesn't want you to be mean}.

That I'm going to get a half naked picture of myself in sunglasses with my car, my boat and my motorcycle for my updated OKCupid profile. 'Cause that's what chicks really dig.

How tragically far from perfect I am.

Why great beauty and great kindness rarely exist in the same person.

That so much in life is looking for India but finding America (what Christopher Columbus did)
On a typical Friday night I am
Pubs, plays, Paris (not hilton), prurient places, bookstores, restaurants, wine bars, walking around this magnificent city at dusk (its apotheosis), that chair outside that shop....

But mostly likely reading.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Growing up, my father said we would "never have a dog." So when we eventually got a dog (and my father was sent packing to another town), a gorgeous beagle, basset, collie mix, we called him Never. Never A. Dog. I think that sums me up pretty well.

I have the coolest snakeskin flask, yes actual snakeskin, which is always filled with some liquor. I like to sneak it into places and drink from it and take pictures of me drinking from it. (If you're lucky, I'll ask you to join me).

I think Total Eclipse of the Heart is a great song.

I disdain the Oxford comma, the serial comma and the third listed comma.

I would date a girl just because she has a great dog. ;-)

Some nights late, when I hear Joni Mitchell's voice, I know everything is going to be all right.
You should message me if
You find my pictures attractive and my written profile interesting. Very simple.

You wonder why meeting someone you like talking to, being with, being challenged by and being hot for is so fucking hard to find.

You give books as gifts in order to expand knowledge and fight ignorance. Or are willing to start doing so.

No Trump supporters. (By definition, I declare you too stupid)

The concept of a make-up free day is not completely alien to you. (Fine, okay, lip gloss doesn't count as make-up)

"When love walks in the door, everybody stand up!" Chrissy Hynde

"Do not say, 'Oh, what is it?' Let us go and make our visit." T.S. Eliot

(PS: If you find a guy with a better written profile than this, date him! He's probably me)