Old school. If I make a mess, I clean it up, figuratively and literally.
NY wry bred. Mensch with Brooklyn street-smarts. Prefer genuine over "cool." Know how to build a fire. Gently irreverent & skeptical by nature and training, but have no use for cynicism. I DO sometimes smile, but I could never do it on demand for a photo.
It may not be fashionable, but I haven't lived to this ripe point without having formed one or two opinions. Don't know what you might make of this: It's not that I don't have an appreciation for the finer things, but I'm more about who I am as a man and a person than about lifestyle.
No tats, ponytail, or earring -- no artificial sweeteners.
Housebroken. Available with optional pulse.
Taking the stairs.
Being the last one on my block.
Retracing my steps.
Biting my tongue
Zagging instead of zigging.
Lowering my expectations.
Reacquainting myself with the emoluments clause....
Wondering what else is so complicated?
Asking for a show of hands.
Holding contradictory ideas in my mind at the same time.
Too few to mention....OK, a very partial sample of my musical preferences, in no particular order, except for Ludvig and Duke.
Beethoven! Ellington! Patsy Cline, Dave Frishberg, Jobim, William Bolcom, Basie, James Taylor, Satchmo, Bix & Bing, Merle Haggard, Moody Blues, Bird, Prez, Barber, Nat Cole, Van Morrison, Billie, Ella, Ben Webster, Clapton, Schubert, Ray Charles, Satie, Debussy, Blossom Dearie, Peggy Lee, Elgar, Nancy Lamott, Mahler, Chopin, Sibelius, Bulgarian Woman's Chorus, Papa Bach, Puccini, Shostakovich, Kelly MacCay, Bartok. Art Tatum, Bill Evans, & Bill Charlap. Fats Waller, Stephen Foster & Stephen Sondheim, Bobby Darin, Keely Smith, Django & Grappelli, Bernstein, Gottschalk. Brahms. American Songbook Royalty. Anthony Benedetto -- with and long before Gaga. Film scores.
Beyond music: Regular visitor to the Met & other museums: (LOVED the George Bellows exhibition a few years ago -- went back 5 times!) Whiskey in winter, vodka in the summer. Wine with food. Architecture. NPR since Marconi. Mountains & forests, oceans & sand. Coffee. Baseball. Wilder, William Wyler, Sturges, Lubitsch, Fellini, Ford, Bergman, Bunuel, & Jacques Tati. Film noir & B-films. Wordsworth, Shakespeare, Dorothy Parker, Flannery O'Connor, Baudelaire, Melville. Leviathan. Fred & Ginger. Nick & Nora. W.C & Groucho. Musky Cabernets & Zinfandels. Oscar Levant & Robert Benchley. (Two-stroke) Saabs & stick-shifts. Autumn in New York! The Big Bang in reruns.
I no sooner finish one book than I start another. In this way, I can usually get through two books a year.
I forget. Did I mention "droll" in an earlier section?
A cache of bookmarks. Seriously.
Am I getting enough fiber?
Which way is up?
How much is too much?
Should I employ delusion as a life strategy?
What IS Victoria's secret?
On a more somber note, the loss of the national treasure that was Gwen Ifill. Just when we needed her most, as each passing day only underscores more.
But please be from the NY Metro area. Or Paris. Trumpeteers are also excused.
If I looked at your profile but didn't contact you, it doesn't mean I am not interested. In fact, I almost never initiate contact anymore. Why? Very simply because even personal, thoughtful & polite messages to age-appropriate women almost never produce a reply.
If you write to me, like most men, I will reply. If you cannot bring yourself to initiate contact, either you're not the right woman for me anyway, and/or you wouldn't have responded to my message had I written you first. So the way I see it, nothing lost.
Bonus survey: Please complete this sentence -- even if it's all you write. (Nobody is geographically undesirable for this.)
"Real men don't ___________."
Friendly reminder: mind your shelf life.