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photographyrich

49 M Kirkland, WA

I’m looking for

  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 30–60
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Sep 18
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 4″ (1.94m)
Body Type
Average
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Never
Religion
Agnosticism
Sign
Gemini, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from two-year college
Job
Medicine
Income
Relationship Status
Married
Relationship Type
Offspring
Has kids
Pets
Has cats
Speaks
English

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My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
I guess the most important thing to toss out to the OKC masses is I'm happily married to the beautiful Lesipus. Somewhere along the line we've evolved into a poly couple. She's really good at it and I try to be really good at it. That said we're not a showy pair of swingers... Someone said poly light and that seems to fit well. Being open to new opportunities, friends, and lovers. It's all very exciting.
What about me? I'm mostly easy going, goofy and self deprecating. I can be confident as hell or puny as an airless balloon depending on the side of bed I wake. I'm a mushy romantic that will happily cuddle and kiss before or after making love like a paroled prisoner (I spend a lot of time making analogies. I would assume paroled prisoners are horny?)
Anything else? I can be intense at times..., the good thoughtful kind as opposed to the crazy psycho kind. One of my talents is the ability to overthink even the most mundane situation - which is why writing this intro paragraph has taken longer than some cardiac surgeries.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Trying to minimize my physical and mental clutter. Pare down my belongings to what's really important and enjoy the company of new and interesting people.
Much of the time I work at a Seattle hospital running an MRI machine. In other words I put terrified people in a small tube all day (edit - it's not the same person in the tube all day, though some may deserve it). My true passion is photography. I spend a few hours a weekend photographing the industrial landscape, i.e. rusty trucks, abandoned buildings, overgrown lots. Once I have a connection with someone I love to take portraits of them. If you hang out with me sooner or later you're gonna be in pictures.

(Addendum 10/2012)
This OKc thing is quite the trip and I feel compelled to share.

Picture a bullet train. You know, one of those Japanese suckers that speeds along a magical magnetic track oblivious to wind resistance or mechanical drag. This would be my wife's OKc account. Sometimes she senses a tiny wane in her "in box" so she'll change a little wording and be rewarded with a fresh catch of messaging validation.

Still with me? This time conjure one of those big old steam locomotives. Can you see the massive column of sooty smoke streaming from the stack? Hear the mechanism squeal? Count the piston strokes as the heavy engine lumbers up the mountain over the rickety bridge. Ok, you're there... Well I'm the poor bastard ladling coal into the hopper. I'm sending some wonderful messages. Heartfelt with a touch of humor, my inner creeper effectively suppressed. Yet for all my work forward progress is frustratingly slow. And I dare not pause shoveling for a moment lest the train stop on the hill, start rolling in reverse, finally jumping the tracks on a curve next to the convent.

I write this as amusing observation, not rant. I'll take a deep breath, regroup, and reread "The Little Engine That Could". I think I can, I think I can...
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Interacting and putting people at ease. Listening. Flirting. Photography, reaching things on high shelves. Some people say I'm a fair writer but it's usually a family member so they might be blowing smoke up my ass.
The first things people usually notice about me
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
Have to be my height followed by my exceptionally shapely ears - OK, the ears are a reach but I needed more than height.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
I'm not what you'd call a voracious reader. A gnat like attention span precludes curling up for hours with some deep tome. that said John Updike and Hunter Thompson always pique my interest. I finally read Eric Jong's "Fear of Flying" so now I've caught up with the sexual revolution of the sixties. Thank god.
And of course I've read all the Sex at Dawn and Opening Up sort of pro poly books. Oddly enough none of them mentioned starting an affair with a twenty something coworker as the ideal way to convince your wife to go poly. Probably because your wife might turn out to be exceptionally good at compersion and attracting playmates while said twenty something will dump you for grad school. Soon you realize opening up is like Mr. Popsicle deciding Reno might be a nice place to vacation in August. I like grape best... Well, actually banana. But sometimes you get burned and the yellow ones are lemon.

Favorite foods are pizza, Indian, and Mexican. (edit - OMG I forgot Thai...freaking love me some Panang curry!). My favorite Movie is Midnight Cowboy followed closely by Apocalypse Now. I'm 10 percent gay so I like most musicals - Hair being top of the list. Music's all over the board from Led Zepp to Neil Young to Nine Inch Nails to Bee Gees to The Carpenters. (addendum: I forgot Roxy Music. I LOVE Roxy Music)
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
love, family, camera, pizza, women friends, this computer mouse.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
The reason we exist, why my extended family uses medieval scripts to dictate their life choices and political decisions, women, photography, what's for dinner.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Home watching Netflix with the family or falling asleep at 10. God, someone rescue me from my mundane Fridays!
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
I have a cankle, but only on one side. The other leg possesses one of the shapeliest ankles you're likely to find. It's the result of a motorcycle accident so consensus seems to lean more towards cool war wound than mutant disfigurement.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
Ideally I'd like to find someone who wants a bit more than a bang buddy. A woman that craves both emotional and physical connection. Someone who's interested in getting together once or twice a week to be doted on and is not averse to being photographed.
Maybe I'm looking for my muse... Are you her?

New bonus section ! (10/2012)

Rich FAQ

Why do you check my profile so many times without sending me a message, are you a creepy stalker?

If I had a better memory I might be that creepy stalker you secretly desire. Truth be told I just can't recollect the details that make one high match different from another without Excel or multiple views of your profile on many different days. God bless all you secret ninjas, burner girls, and programmer geeks that seem to jive in the mid nineties with me. I'm pretty sure if I check often enough that magic phrase "daddy issues" will pop up. Until then you all could save me a lot of click time by putting a discrete banner at the bottom of your profile picture subtly stating "no Rich". You know, like "no UPS". Thanks in advance.

What are your kinks and sexual proclivities?

This is an important thing to some of my potentials and it turns out yes isn't a sufficient answer. Lesipus also tells me seeing a woman naked doesn't even register on the kink seismograph.
So here's the deal, gulp... I'm vanilla. Before you all declare this a sausage fest and leave the room let me explain a little further.

Do you remember the big tubs of crappy vanilla ice cream your parents bought at Safeway in the seventies? They weighed 50 pounds, had spooky clowns printed on the red cardboard sides, and tight plastic lids that made decent frisbees to throw at your younger sister's neck? And after three dozen thaw re-freeze cycles the half empty container had strange ice monkeys living in the middle and plasticized cream by-product clinging to the sides?
Ok, that's not me.

I'm that fancy pants gelato your gay wingman talks you into trying. You're all, "I'm gonna bury this shit in chocolate syrup", and he's like "no way, girl... Just try it plain". So you finally ladle a glob into your maw and damn! You never knew vanilla could be so good. Smooth and creamy with a subtle blending of favors and tiny flecks of Bean that get stuck in your teeth reminding you of the experience when you caress your molars with the Glide at bedtime.
A cigarette should come with my vanilla.

Don't let my premium vanilla ness deter you. If you're that one person I haven't scared away, and your thing is jump roping while watching Teletubbies I'm totally GGG. As long as it doesn't stain the couch or piss off the neighbors who am I to judge?