I am considerate, literate, and gainfully employed
Update: I'm flattered by the responses I've gotten, even the "just want to say hi" variety that don't work geographically. (I'm a hi-sayer from way back.) I am indeed 55 years old, not 55 in dating-site-years, and even though I take care of myself, there's no getting around that fact. So if you're trying to relive your twenties, hormones and all, we're likely not a good match. (Oh, and if you're actually still in your twenties . . . turn off the computer, call your dad and talk things out.) On the other hand, if you're just marking time, playing out the string, living vicariously through relatives, that's likely not going to work either.
Second update: I don't mind getting IMs, but please don't be offended if I don't respond. I tend to have multiple programs running at once and often am not aware of an IM until hours after the fact--especially if I'm struggling to meet a deadline.
Third update: I've noticed that many women's profiles mention a determination to "keep it real." After giving the idea some thought, I've concluded that I like a bit of artifice in a woman.
Fourth update: There's nothing I like better on a Saturday night than pouring a couple of glasses of Pinot, letting Miles set the mood and curling up by the fire with a special lady . . . oh, who am I kidding? I can't carry that off.
Fifth update: I used to be anti-tattoo, but my position is evolving . . .
Sixth update: I used to think fact-checking was the new foreplay. It turns out foreplay is the new foreplay.
There's a sweet spot between realism and idealism, between maturity and exuberance, between wisdom and possibility; I'd like to meet you somewhere in that vicinity.