Liberal, introspective, frugal, ecofriendly, recyclable, verbose, prolix, nerdy cat-lover seeking e-mail/conversation partner, roommate, friend, soulmate, playmate, lover with whom I can watch the world go by. Some camping and birding would very likely be involved, with occasional travel within the US to National Parks, Wildlife Refuges, National Monuments and public lands.
To save you precious time, so you can get on to the next profile, here are some litmus tests you can apply to decide whether to read the rest of this giant tome or not:
1) I don't dance. IF I did dance, it would be humorous.
2) I'm 5' 5" tall, so if you seek a basketball player, move on. I can't even sink a foul shot.
3) I'm an ectomorph. You will not confuse me with a body builder. At 133 pounds, I have not changed since high school and may even shrink a bit as time goes on. I prefer to think of it as "lithe".
4) I own a cat. A cat can be a real pest sometimes, and it gives off allergens. I'm not allergic, but if you are, you may have trouble breathing in my house. Just thought you should know.
If you think the 1960s were cool, and think that being outdoors means an opportunity for peace and quiet, let's go for a walk.
I enjoy birding and photography very much ... photographing birds most of all. Now that I've made it to age 50 I'm beginning to plan ahead for some sort of retirement. I hedged my bets and had a retirement between college graduation and age 36. Only then did I get serious about income. I lived and skiied and hiked and camped in the mountains of Idaho for a long time, but right now I am working full time and will continue to do that until I feel that it is time to retire in a decade or so. In the meantime, I am making an effort to save money for retirement, but still enjoy traveling both near and far.
I don't think I feel, look, or act my age. (UPDATE: I just read a profile where a woman said she never wanted to see that line again. I guess guys say that as often as women say they want to find a man with a sense of humor. Are men really that humorless? Anyway, strike that line and instead insert this one:)
I once visited Pasadena, California. Friends took me to a dining establishment. I tried to order a beer. The waitress took my Idaho driver's license to some dark corner of the place and came back with two off-duty police officers who told me the license was fake and I would not be served. For the record, though I forget the exact year, I know for a fact I was over 36 years old. It was my genuine, government-issued driver's license. They refused to serve me, told me I had an attitude, and I left without getting beaten up, and without getting a beer. True story.
I think I got stuck in a college mind-set and never stopped learning, never stopped questioning authority, never stopped having fun.
I used to think that I was very logical, but now that I've been around the block quite a few times (probably just lost) I have decided that my decisions and actions are made for me by an emotional reaction deep in the repitlian core of my brain and the next 239 milliseconds are spent crafting a nice lawyerly argument to justify why I run screaming in terror from that pop-up IM window that just opened on my computer.
When I think of outdoor activities I think of looking, smelling, hearing. I do not participate in motorized recreation and I don't feel the urge to kill anything to eat or hang on the wall, so I guess I'm not an average Idaho spud. I moved here from Maine, where I was born and raised. My parents were a part of the "Back to the Land Movement" of the late '50s and taught me to garden, and I do try to raise some vegetables here in the high desert, sometimes with minor success.
I have a cat, named Jelly Bean.
I have seen at least four comets in my lifetime, and once I saw a storm of capped column snowflakes. Sometimes flower petals or autumn leaves drop in my path.
I am curious, irreverent, and introverted