I figure that I am like most everybody else out here who is hoping to cross paths with a special someone. But it is hard to know who that special someone might be. It is not as hard for me to imagine what we would be doing together, because for the most part, just being together is what I imagine most. Not that our activities would be irrelevant. But when I feel a magical kind of connection with someone, the activities are no longer just activities. Most of the specifics that I imagine are pretty ordinary: road tripping around the Northwest, talking and cuddling on the couch going out for Thai or Indian or a burger, driving each other crazy with bad humor, addictively listening to one song over and over (or worse, addictively singing it over and over and insisting, "No! I already told you that I am not ruining it.") Ordinary things can feel extraordinary with the right person. And also just plain fun!
I would say something similar about my life in general. From the outside, it looks ordinary. But from the inside, it feels extraordinary. (And incredibly fun.) I can get exhilarated pretty much regardless of what I am doing. I am a dad like many other dads. But I can't believe that I get to be my son's dad. I work like most people to pay my bills. But I cannot believe that I get to do most of it from home by researching and writing about things that matter to me. I also teach, just like many people do. But I cannot believe some of the amazing discussions that take place with my students. And at a different level: I got excited when Patrick Jane jumped the airport fence; when Dave Niehaus first told grandma to get out the rye bread; and when I first learned that every car has a little arrow next to the gas gauge showing which side the gas cap is on.
Since a sense of humor is on most people's bucket list, you should know that I am very good at telling bad jokes. Particularly dorky bad jokes (what happens to frogs when they park in a no parking zone, what one cannibal said to the other cannibal when they started eating the clown, what you call cheese that isn't yours). Because they are politically incorrect, demented jokes (why the baby crossed the road) can also be appealing, so it is fine with me if your sense of humor is partly demented.
I am happy vacuuming, washing dishes, and folding clothes, but unhappy without music and the outdoors. Most anything fake rubs me the wrong way. But it is not difficult to rub me the right way ;)
If you are someone who is happy in the here and now, who looks forward to many things, who feels a sense of purpose in her life, and who isn't particularly worried about being age-inappropriate, goofy, moody, publicly affectionate, or offbeat, we might be a very good fit!