Old school. If I make a mess, I clean it up, figuratively and literally.
NY wry bred. Mensch with Brooklyn streetsmarts. 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.
Know that it may not be fashionable these days, but I haven't lived to this ripe point without having formed a few opinions. There's both more and less to me than meets the eye. And don't know what you might do with this: It's not that I don't have an appreciation for the finer things and the world around me, but I'm more about inner self and our raison d'etre than about lifestyle.
Housebroken. Available with optional pulse.
Retracing my steps.
Biting my tongue.
Marching to my own drummer since I was a wee laddie.
Too few to list....OK, a very partial musical list, in no particular order, except for Ludvig and the 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: Avid book reader. history, biography, sociology & politics, and some fiction. Regular visitor to the Met: George Bellows. 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. (Two-stroke) Saabs & stick-shifts. Autumn in New York! Oh yeah, The Big Bang in reruns.
A cache of bookmarks. Seriously.
What's in it for me?
Am I getting enough fiber?
Which way IS up?
On a more somber note, the loss of the national treasure that was Gwen Ifill. Just when we needed her most.
You want appropriate male company at the ballet, or a weekend at a B&B in the beautiful Hudson Valley. As just two examples.
"If a guy does not have a doll, who will holler on him?" -- Nathan Detroit
"If you were actually as innocent as you pretend to be, we'd never get anywhere." -- Sam Spade to Miss O'Shaughnessy
"You can't trust anyone who doesn't smoke, doesn't drink, doesn't eat meat."
"You mean like our Fuhrer?" -- Lubitsch
I'm old fashioned -- I prefer women to initiate contact.
[On a more serious note, I need to get something off my chest. Please don't waste either my time or yours if you aren't capable of holding up your end of the conversation or relationship. It's not only MY job to keep the thing afloat. Nor am I a mind-reader. It takes two to tango -- or haven't you heard?
What am I getting at? Well, for example why do so many of you take days to reply all the while continuously window shopping on the site.
This isn't about exclusivity. It's about investing a bit of effort into a connection you've already begun. I don't expect you to stay off the site or not to be in touch with others early on, but all your claims about wanting to finally find someone and not being into playing games ring kind of hollow when you repeat this common pattern. It's a matter of simple courtesy, which apparently has gone out of fashion, except the lip service paid to it.
Hint-hint: Has it never occurred to you that this "strategy" doesn't work towards your stated aim of "finding the one."
Sorry for the rant, but if some of you ladies would only climb down off that figurative pedestal, try being a bit less judgmental and maybe spend 5 minutes to consider what the dating process is like for those of us on the other side of the divide -- men -- I guarantee you that you'd be far more successful.
Sour grapes? I've seen it repeatedly, so you tell me. And is it sour grapes to expect to be treated the way you would wish to be as well? It's not just me -- I've heard very similar complaints from many other men, all of whom I consider to be really good guys. It's stunning to me how common this pattern is around this neck of the woods. Seems there's no honor among thieves.
One last thing: time is passing; mind your shelf life.]