I am simultaneously enthused and reluctant to jump into the dating pool yet again. My divorce was finalized last year after a long separation (two years, truly separated for closer to five), with fathering (three, ages 21, 13, and 12) the only thing keeping me in a long dead marriage. On one hand, I fell like I've deprived myself of the joy of connecting with someone for way too long. On the other hand, I don't have the slightest interest in going through the rituals of pretending to be anything other than myself.
(Oh yes, it's so all about me. Riiiight.)
This doesn't even scratch the surface. I pride myself on a long habit of performance poetry, talking in front of groups, writing until I cry - and just to write a simple self description? I'm stumbling with words and the emotions wrapped therein like chocolate bunnies to be saved for the holiday morning - or should I bite their luscious ears off right about now? If that makes sense to you, message me right now. If it doesn't make sense to you, don't worry, it doesn't to me either. In either case, the bunnies should be dark chocolate, 60% or better.
Still here? If I haven't frightened you off by now, you're either hopeless or wonderful. Or both. I so hope it's both.
If we wind up deciding to meet, it will either suck or be outstanding. Or maybe just plain boring. After all, I'm a middle aged academic/explorer/weirdo. Right now I'm exploring the possibilities with no expectations other than please be 1) single/permanently separated/available, 2) in possession of a mind and a heart and generally not (too) insane, and 3) not a smoker or a heavy stoner or a junkie. Everything else is wide open.
I am more comfortable with who I am now than I've ever been. If we have a mutual spark, let's play with it; if not, then let's not.