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wildcatherder

62 M Morro Bay, CA

My Details

Last Online
Yesterday – 2:34pm
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
5′ 9″ (1.75m)
Body Type
A little extra
Diet
Other
Smokes
No
Drinks
Not at all
Drugs
Never
Religion
Other, and laughing about it
Sign
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Science / Engineering
Income
$40,000–$50,000
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
Offspring
Doesn’t want kids
Pets
Has cats
Speaks
English (Fluently), Spanish (Okay)

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My self-summary
I'm a very affectionate widower with a high tech job but a background in comedy writing, radio comedy performance, art, dance and Renaissance Pleasure Faire.

I grew up on or near U.S. Air Force bases in the South. I started working at the age of thirteen with a summer job on a tobacco farm in North Carolina, where I formed an appreciation for indoor work and a distaste for tobacco. I worked another summer in Missouri, moving a college science department to a new building. I developed an aversion to dead snakes after dropping two five-gallon glass jars of snake specimens preserved in formaldehyde. (not fond of formaldehyde either).

I resigned my commission from the US Air Force Academy (the Air Force version of the USMA at West Point) after one semester, when I found out the promised education was bogus. I scored 10% on a calculus final. Not only was that an "A", I was on the Dean's List! However, I did get to pilot a T-33 jet aircraft at 500 mph over Pike's Peak (from the back seat), have lunch with Charles Lindberg (with 5000 other cadets), learn how to get lost on a navigation exercise, and starve for a week in survival training. It was also fun technically out-ranking my father, a Chief Master Sergeant.

After five years at UC Santa Barbara, I graduated with separate B.A. degrees in Physics and Chemistry (should have picked one). During the riots of the early 70s, I was tear gassed while working at Taco Bell (Gov. Reagan thought the Revolution had started). Fortunately, I'd been tear gassed in the Air Force, so I knew how to handle it (mostly you cry and get on with your life). Years later I was accepted into the UC Santa Barbara Art program but financial reasons prohibited me from attending.

I've lived in Venice Beach, Santa Barbara, Isla Vista, Santa Cruz, Capitola, Mendocino, and for the last five years, Morro Bay, because I enjoy being near the ocean. I lived ten years in Marin County while working in San Francisco and Sausalito.

I'm still in touch with my first wife, although I haven't actually seen her in more than a decade. My second wife was 24 years older than I, but irresistible; I was only able to resist her for a year. We had ten good years together. She died seven years ago after three years of increasing paralysis, during which time I devoted my life to caring for her personally.

Since then I have been re-establishing my technical career and putting together a new life, in a new town.

While I make few friends, primarily women, I have known some of them for more than 20 years.

My favorites are: walking at sunrise in a foggy, coastal, tourist town in the dead of winter, waking up next to a woman's smile, and a heartfelt story well-told.

My ideal woman is somewhere between Scheherazade and the Muse Terpsichore (as portrayed by Rita Hayworth).
What I’m doing with my life
I'm enjoying living in a nice, rented house, which is a couple of blocks from the beach and has a view of Morro Rock. My work for an engineering firm is pleasantly challenging as it involves electronics, programming and computers. I've been described by one of the younger engineers as "our work-Papa".

I spend up to an hour a day walking my cats through the neighborhood. Recently, by going out at in the quiet of 5:30 a.m, I was able to get both cats to walk with me to within two blocks of the ocean.

I create cat artworks in pencil and photographic media. When the proper inspiration hits, I write accounts of people I have known, important experiences, and short bits of fiction both dramatic and humorous.
I’m really good at
Finding the humor in most situations, critical thinking, massage (no, really, I own a massage table), writing, and photography (I tell people I'm a graduate of the LotsaFilm School of Photography).

I'm something of a "cat whisperer" (the trick is to meow very quietly and be very, very patient).

I know most of what there is to know about PCs and Macs (I had my own computer consulting business for several years.)

I enjoy writing for its own sake, although I did collect many a rejection slip in my youth.

Under the influence of an "overdose" of 40s detective noir radio series, I recently wrote a sort of detective noir tone-poem, "Plus Expenses". (It had become difficult for me to look at a woman, without thinking that she must have a pearl-handled revolver in her bag and was prepared to "do me wrong".)

I've written "OKStupid!" and "eMatchYou", which are tongue-in-cheek parodies of my online "match" experiences.

Examples:
"Don't post a profile picture of yourself that is sideways unless you want to imply you look better lying down."
"Don't admit to a felony on the first date (that's more of a second date thing)."
The first things people usually notice about me
My curly hair, easy sense of humor and eclectic interests.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
I am a frank anglophile (as opposed to an English francophile), who enjoys British comedy from Jerome K. Jerome to "Mitchell and Webb". I think "Coupling" is the most beautifully conceived and executed comedy series of all time.

I'm quite fond of Tom Stoppard's work; it's the beautiful words. I have seen several of his plays at the A.C.T. in San Francisco and read all of the ones I can get my hands on. In "The Real Thing", his comparison of a bad play and a good play to the difference between a stick of wood and a cricket bat is the most apt metaphor I've ever read.

I'm currently reading "REAMDE" by Neal Stephenson. Although he seems to have become over-interested in guns, since his cyber-punk days, he can still write a good science fiction adventure with equally strong male and female characters.

My library presently consists of only about five hundred books because books are so expensive to move. I prefer books in the "Gutenberg" format. When I pick up a book I've read, its contents "speak" to me, even before I open it.

I often listen to The Radio (remember? pre-TV), programs from the 30s to the present. I had the pleasure of taking a couple of radio workshops from David Ossman of The Firesign Theater, who brought surrealist narrative humor to radio in the 70s. He inspired me to write, produce, direct and co-star in a few of my own surrealist radio comedy plays.

On the weekends, I enjoy listening to comedy, via Internet, on BBC Radio 4 Extra, which offers everything from "The Goons" to "Saturday Night Fry" with Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry. (Does anyone else remember when Hugh Laurie was British?)

For television, I prefer short-form comedy to movies (I get restless). My current favorite show is the BBC's "Miranda". Miranda Hart is a dangerously funny woman. Imagine a Lucille Ball, over six-feet-tall, who becomes a compulsive teller of ridiculous lies when nervous and occasionally addresses the "fourth wall".

I studied foreign film as several of my college electives and still enjoy the occasional French, Japanese , or Spanish film.

As a former electronic systems engineer, my favorite science fiction film is "Primer", the first time-machine story written from the viewpoint of the engineers who build it in their garage using, among other things, a catalytic converter, argon, plastic sheeting and duct tape.

I prefer simple food. I've studied Chinese cooking and know my way around a wok. I can, however, also cook everything from smoked sea bass to toffee, curry to enchiladas, pad thai to chicken provençal. Most of my cooking techniques I learned from "The Galloping Gourmet", Graham Kerr, who made cooking painless with his charm and wit.

I'm generally indifferent to music except when dancing. I studied belly dance and modern dance for a couple of years in my late twenties, Initially, it was to continue seeing my favorite belly dancer, who had retired from public performance. Later I realized it was doing me a lot of good.

I enjoyed working at the Renaissance Pleasure Faires summer weekends for more than ten years because it allowed me to combine passions for dance, acting, photography, sketching, massage and the company of interesting women (all of which I managed to do without wearing English garb!). I still miss the place that was my personal "Brigadoon".
The six things I could never do without
Cat one, cat two, humor, books, the seacoast, and my own resourcefulness
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Why so many women seem to think OKCupid is some kind of travel agency? Why would a person post a primary profile picture of herself wearing sunglasses? (I like to date people with eyes.)

Odd words I invent: peskilence - like pestilence but nobody dies; warreur - someone who enjoys watching other people fight (see also - Armchair General)

Science fiction plot holes: "The warning on the object was triple-encrypted." (Who encrypts a warning?)

I also enjoy wordplay (even bilingual):
In a conversational Spanish class, taught by a native speaker from Mexico, I could not help responding to his description of "agua de arroz" - "rice water" with "Pero arroz es arroz es arroz" (a rose is a rose is a rose). He was the only one who didn't laugh. Apparently, Gertrude Stein isn't big in Mexico.

My own original "Tom Swifty": "Pass me the Mrs. Butterworth's under the table." said Tom, syrup-titiously.
On a typical Friday night I am
I can't say it's typical but this particular Friday night...

Dinner was an ad hoc affair consisting of an almond butter, turkey bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwich with fried mushroom slices and a sprinkling of cheddar-flavored tofu cheese.

After the sun set I closed the window shades. Outside, while fertilizing the fuchsia and azaleas, I noticed the evening sky was exceptionally clear.

I put on a sweater and a cogoule, set the dimmer on my porch light to low, and left for a walk.

Minutes later, I was standing a few feet from four-inch-high waves, whitely foaming and gently hissing in the dark. Occasionally, the headlights of a car on the bluff would shine through the guard rail and cast long, bright, eerily moving rectangles on the sand to each side of me.

I could see the lights of Cayucos to the northwest and those of Los Osos on the hills to the south, at the far end of Estero Bay. There were spots on the Los Osos hillside that flashed yellow and others which flashed red, as lights from cars momentarily shone my way.

The wind, blowing steadily in from the sea at five miles per hour, was ozone-laden with the promise of fog. It was sixty degrees at the beach - warm for night, even in the summer. I could see the faint light of a fishing boat, bobbing silently some thousand yards to sea.

The first wisps of fog obscured a band of stars overhead.

As I performed stretches on the beach, the old radio program "Yours Truly, Johnny Dollar" played through my earbuds.

Listening to the radio program: The beauty of the wife/girlfriend/chanteuse/suspect was exceeded only by her capacity for treachery. These devil women were brought to life through Johnny's heavy breathing and their own honeyed voices. "See you ... later ... Johnny."

I climbed up the bluff and found the bench behind the road sign, which indicated Morro Strand State Beach Campground was just down the road.

While lying on the bench for a few minutes to stretch out my back, I saw the lights of several cars. It was a lot of traffic for 9:00 p.m. - looking for the campground, beach access, a restaurant... who knows?

I adjusted my glasses and hat, just in time to see a shooting star flash across the zenith of the sky. The appearance of a meteor always has a meaning. This one meant it was time to walk back home.

In the crosswalk, I walked across Highway 1 and felt the jarring sensation of the bright, urban glare, which was very disorienting after the tranquility of the ocean.

Out of the intersection, I was again on oiled asphalt, amid suburban shadows. Surprisingly, I saw no cats along the way. No cats until I climbed the last hill and found Kirby sitting on the still-warm driveway.

I should go to the beach more often.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
About twenty-five years ago, I nearly killed one of my three brothers, completely by accident. He was literally laughing himself to death, as a result of remarks I was exchanging with my youngest brother. After a several minutes of intense laughter and becoming redder and redder, he fell to the floor and was having serious trouble breathing. He thought I had done it deliberately; he was pretty mad about it for a couple of years. (I promise to be careful.)
I’m looking for
  • Girls who like guys
  • Ages 50–67
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating
You should message me if
you are interested in trading experiences from anecdotes to massage, have a good laugh, at least a four-year college degree (including some Humanities) and are not intimidated by a knowledgeable man.

I have tried checking "I'm looking for: ...anywhere" but OKCupid immediately deluged me with inappropriately distant quiver "matches". I have, however, had a number of delightful "one-off" dinners with OKCupid "matches" from distant places, who were passing through or vacationing.

If you are into expensive travel, loud music, dangerous sports, or S&M, good luck with that.