I hate writing these essays. Not because I can't -- I'm a pretty good writer and I know myself better than anyone else - but instead, because a couple of hundred words cannot begin to introduce myself to you.
The vital stuff: I've been living in Atlanta for around 20 years off and on. Two daughters, and a couple of grandchildren. Divorced forever ago. Old news. No drama with that.
Gainfully employed, have masters degree, live roughly around exit 120 (off of I-85), work in the IT industry, fair amount of travel for work. I'm pretty well-read and have lots of opinions.
I tend to be cynical towards religion and government, so be forewarned. My suggestion: if you're a fundamentalist (any religion) or your "religion" answer says "very seriously" - don't waste your time answering me...the gulf between our life philosophies is likely to be far too wide to bridge.
I have been described as an onion. There a lots of levels of complexity if you take the time to peel them. I do my thing from day to day, but I know that life can be fuller than it is. I'm certainly happy with what I have, and am not seeking the promised land -- quite the opposite - I'm good where I am but I know that life can always improve.
What do I want? Someone that I can connect to. I don't want to be your owner or your master or anything like that. I want to be your partner as we each continue to grow. I want to meet something with whom I can connect in a positive way. I have known too many couples that argue all the time. That's not my dream. Marx may have thought that only through struggle can mankind advance. That may be true on a macro scale, but I want to advance and grow in an atmosphere of comity.
Enough for now. I hate rambling on...
What am I doing? Working during the day - enjoying life after work hours. I am fortunate to have family with 20-25 minutes drive, and I truly enjoy spending time with the kids and grandkids.
I like going on short trips; I enjoy exploring in the Southeast. One of my dreams is to take a cruise across the Atlantic Ocean for the "journey" aspect of the trip. But over the years I've learned that my specific location isn't really all that important -- it's my mind, my family, and my books that are more important.
Even a drive in the country can be a journey - you always learn something new by observing. Remember the book Blue Highways that was published some time ago? I like that approach - I don't need to be on the interstate when back roads will do.
I have no idea what people notice about me. I'm tall, so they tend to say something about my height.
I don't really care. The way I see it, my looks are purely external (duh!) and don't necessarily represent me. TO know *me* is to know my mind and my sense of humor. If you immediately dismiss me because I'm bald or tall or have a beard (or any of 20 other physical characteristics), that's your problem, not mine. Look, women, none of us are teenagers any more.
Of course, once they have talked to me, they notice my brilliant wit and charming conversational skills. They take note of my wisdom and depth of understanding.
And then they remark at the level of my modesty.
I watch very little in the way of commercial TV - mostly movies. I'm not much of a basketball fan - I'd prefer baseball, college football, and sometimes ice hockey (in small doses).
As for music - jazz, classical, 70s.
Bottom line: I'm not a fanatic on any particular thing; I believe that a wide variety of interests and tastes makes me a more well rounded person.
My books - they let me escape, and they let me learn.
Seasons. I have lived places where the weather is the same almost year around. I don't like that. I enjoy the progression of summer to fall and winter and spring.
The ability to think for myself. I hate other people (religions, politicians, etc.) telling me what I should think.
My waterbed. Nothing better than a warm mattress on these wintry nights.
Sometimes I'm babysitting for the grandchildren so that my daughter and her husband can go out.
Mostly, at the end of the week, I'm ready to relax.