My pursuit of this goal has mellowed in recent years. I no longer feel the need to channel the spirit of John Belushi in order to have a good time, as I did in my early 40s. My hedonistic pursuits are now more appreciative of more lasting pleasures and I am now more likely to pause and think about whether an activity is something I really want to do.
I like to think of it as Midlife Crisis 2.0.
Oh, I should probably mention that my sense of humor can be a bit over the top. Measuring in milli-South Parks, I'd say about 1,500.
Although beauty can take many forms, I definitely do have my preferences when it comes to what I find attractive.
Intelligence is a must. I'm not insisting on an advanced (or any) degree, but I do relate best to those who are brighter than most. In addition to sheer brain power, I value an unorthodox/subversive/perverse take on life and the type of sense of humor that comes with that mindset. Above all, please have an open mind. If your religion, ideology, or laziness is reason enough for you to steadfastly see only one point of view, we're just not going to get along.
Physically, I prefer women who are solidly built rather than delicate waifs or the fluffier BBWs who have no muscle to speak of. I especially have a thing for women with broad shoulders and strong arms. Maybe it's borderline autism or I don't know what, but I really like to feel squeezed when I'm getting hugged.
Then again, maybe I'm just a pervert. I do enjoy some level of kink (I am naturally bottom-leaning but am willing to switch). The D/s thing does nothing for me though. I have no desire to control someone's life and don't want anyone controlling mine.