I was born on the banks of Millers River in Massachusetts.
I hot footed it to the central coast of California when I was seventeen.
I have been in Portland for twenty years.
I have had profoundly memorable lives in each of these places.
I have had exactly two long term relationships during my adult life.
I mention the relationships because they speak to my lack of dating experience. I believe I have something of a blind spot when it comes to differentiating the cues suggesting - "hey, let's wrap this up" or "hey, this is a bunch of fun, let's do it again' or "this is a bunch of fun, but we should blow this pop stand and go get our knickers in a knot' I am just a little dumb here.
Frankly, I am tired of lapping up the briny shadows of ruin and am simply looking forward to some easy, bullshit free company.
If I have all of the information I need to make informed decisions, I am OKeh with just about anything.
I will borrow your fire wood and steal your humor.
I tell good stories.
You'd be interested in a mid-night picnic atop Rocky Butte?
You'd care to combat a cool, grey Sunday sidling about the stacks of a public library?
You will say yes to a ride on the back of a motorbike while a summer day plays off of the fine down on your cheekbones?
You have your own motorbike?
You'll humor me with a game of footsie under a table topped with ice cold cocktails?
A neighborhood walk at dusk, watching the rest of the world settle in for the night?
A movie? At home or abroad.
Cannot go wrong.
You harbor a genuine sensuality unabashedly employed to satisfy yourself and your partner?
I will gobble you up.
I chose to expend a good deal of energy over the last three decades molding, executing an existence which continues to reward me with endless happiness and defiantly implausible experiences.
Today? Yesterday? Tomorrow? It is a quiet pleasure to feel the ground beneath my feet.
You will forgive me if I admit that climbing a mountain or rafting a river or traipsing about the ziggurat caste society of India are not so much my thing at the moment.
I apply myself a great deal to the craft of photography. I have done it, and continue to do it, professionally here in Portland.
OH, now I also drive busses. Children AND drunks. I like to keep things interesting.
Years ago I volunteered myself to a cult that worships vintage motor scooters. I apply a certain amount of energy and imagination to keeping this part of my life vibrant and silly.
Blue eyes tethered to an honest east coast stare that is simply wondering who you are and what the fuck you may be up to. My friends tell me it can be unnerving.
A handful that are meaningful to me. I bet I like most of the movies you like as well.
Dialogue driven comedies from the thirties were a wonderful addition to the world.
The Philadelphia Story
His Girl Friday
Bringing up Baby
The Thin Man
and then the random smattering of films that have made serious impressions on my febrile mind.
The Maltese Falcon. Casablanca. Sullivan's Travels. The Blues Brothers. Holy Motors.
I really enjoyed the first half of Melancholia.
Red. Blue. Do not give a shit about White.
A Matter of Life and Death, I am smitten with it.
Miller's Crossing. Shaun of the Dead. Chinatown. The Godfather. The Passion of Joan of Arc. Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy. The Master.
Anything Orson Welles even so much as farted around.
The Conversation. Rear Window. The Apartment ( possibly my favorite Christmas movie ). Pan's Labyrinth. Once Upon a Time in Anatolia. Naked Lunch. Barton Fink. Hud. The Last Picture Show. Wages of Fear. Wings of Desire. The Virgin Suicides as well as Lost in Translation.
The films of Jean-Pierre Melville.
Wes Anderson movies are incomparably charming.
Music, the written word, and film are my unassailable pillars of enjoyment.
My old man is a disc jockey and he seeded my young listening DNA with Doo Wop and Girl Groups and Soul and sixties British Rock and older R&B. I sill love all of that stuff very much. Bob Dylan and Tom Waits will be forever dueling rusty razors in the captain's tower as far as I am concerned. I also like a quite a bit of new music as well. Truly I do.
Books? To be honest with you; I used to be a voracious, skilled reader. I have allowed the internet to rob me of my reading time.
At the moment I am reading A Sport and a Pastime by James Salter.
these folks: Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Pynchon, Jeffery Eugenides - they, for the most part, do not let me down.
Archer and Louie are THE best, without any reservations.
Girls. Girls is a laugh aloud good time. Except when I am cringing.
Justified was a bunch of fun.
Luther. and, here is a rub: Alice; She is awesome, yet bat shit loony all in one.
The BBC series This Is England was some of the best television I have ever seen.
The Power of Art is the bee's knees!
I like food. I used to adhere to this personal food rule - "If it is green do no eat it." I am much, much better now.
6 - The very real possibilty that I will be surprised.
And, truthfully? Someone was good enough to remind me, with audacious abandon, how much fun good sex can be. So, it is nothing personal, but I may be day dreaming about your foundation garments.
and, you are probably adorable and maybe, MAYBE we might just get along.
If I message you it is because there is something I genuinely admire about your profile.
This being said; despite your profile, you are still a complete stranger to me and this process is a bit unsettling. Regardless of whatever approach I may take in saying hello, it feels as though I have walked up to you, a complete stranger, and shrieked.