Okay, here’s where I, admittedly, may appear a tad less than irresistible on paper (or viewing screen) depending on perspective (although I hope you’ll find redeeming aspects), so feel free with arms flailing to sprint in the opposite direction if the following horrifies: I am divorced and have four (beautiful) sons (9, 12, 14 & 16) whom I split custody. My young men are the best thing that ever happened to me, you should know, and I am a loving, dedicated father. Moreover (i.e., in the “questionable-catch” department if you’re still reading my profile), I (primarily) roll in a 1990 Corolla that’s bound to underwhelm any potential (superficial) date subscribing to the tenet “you are what you drive” (my “good” car is a Sienna minivan also reflective of my former, nobody-to-impress, married life—unlike today, of course, where a late model sedan, restored classic or anything with a modicum of style, might prove advantageous—but hey, both vehicles are paid for, and while I will eventually acquire a better main ride, the Corolla just won’t die).
Politics and religion are decisive, therefore I mulled whether to state my position, but you might as well know before excusing yourself to go to the bathroom at Viento y Agua while I sit waiting and waiting with my latte gone tepid (“gee, she sure is taking a long time in there”). I don’t rule out the existence of a higher power, aliens, Chupacabra, ghosts (heck, I might’ve even seen a ghost or two in my lifetime—tell you later if you get to know me). I’d be ecstatic to learn there's an afterlife, but like the poster in Fox Mulder’s office on the old X-files TV show, “I want to believe.” Nonetheless, although raised Catholic, I’m an atheist who does not wish to be converted or, especially (cough) “saved.” I’m pretty much a “science guy” in this department. Regarding politics, in brief, well, Obama certainly hasn’t been everything to everyone, but you might want to keep searching for your “Ken” doll, complete with blended anatomical parts, if you even considered voting for Mitt.
Putting these disclosures up front may present a risky “oKcupid” strategy, I realize. Perhaps, however, if you met me in person you would find plenty appealing. True, in addition to the above, I’m 52 years old—but in very good physical shape (not a muscle-head, mind you, just toned—and improving—from working out nearly every day), 148 lbs, 29” waistline, 5’8” in height. My mother is American, born in Arkansas, of Irish and Scottish descent; my father is from Mexico. I have my mother’s nose and complexion (very fair). Born in Chicago, I have lived all over LA since I was 19.
Attributes include having a decent job, so despite dual households I can afford to pay my own way and/or treat. Besides exercising at the gym, I've been spending once or twice a week figure skating, of all things, because my 9 year old developed a strong interest and, as a result, I've become a regular Brian Boitano on ice. I've also been practicing yoga and have been appreciating its grounding effect, for want of a better way to express it. On occasion, I watch playoffs or championship games involving LA teams and impersonate our city’s biggest fan; otherwise, I won’t ever make anyone a Sports Widow. For the soul, I prefer movies (pop, independent, 70’s drive-in and grindhouse fare, foreign, classic), a great/good TV show (Game of Thrones, Justified, AHS Coven), LACMA, The Getty and MOCA, and live theater, music and concerts (2013 highlights include The Who performing Quadrophenia, Dead Sara at the El Rey, Bill Maher—k, not a concert but in a concert venue—at the Long Beach Terrace theater,The Dandy Warhols at The Wiltern, Paramore at The Honda Center and Laura Marling. I've got tickets to see Mayer Hawthorne this month. I (particularly) enjoy reading fiction and nonfiction. I also write (undergraduate BA in English, UCLA). I completed a first draft of a young adult novel that requires extensive revision and am gearing up for a revisit. I'm part of a play-reading group that meets twice monthly and have recently written four short plays for it. Also, lately, finding more time on my hands on odd weeks when I do not have my kids, I've been seriously mulling a “no” (not “low”) budget DYI movie shot on video (tell you more if you ask in person).
I like to think that I am kind, affectionate, virile, genuine, easy-going, loyal (I've had the same best friend since I was 6 years old), playful, irrelevant; wry yet optimistic, comfortable alone taking myself on a date or with a crowd among all types of people. In restaurants, I can negotiate silverware or chopsticks. Whether ESL or native and fluent, I am game if you think we would be attracted. I’m attracted to every ethnicity (I am “mixed” but you’d probably assume, as others seem to, that I’m strictly white—furthermore, my sons’ mother is from China so consider they’re everything: North, South, West and East).
Philosophically, I always state that I do not have to have a lot of things, just the right things. I also like to think that I would rock the right woman. And she me. Not every woman, mind you. Just the right one.
Non-fiction: Nickel and Dimed in America – Ehrenreich; Where Men Win Glory: The Odyssey of Pat Tillman –Krakauer; Into Thin Air:– Krakauer; Into the Wild – Krakauer; The Autobiography of Malcolm X – Haley; The Year of Magical Thinking – Didion; I Have Lived A Thousand Years: Growing up in the Holocaust – Bitton-Jackson; When Broken Glass Floats: Coming up under the Khmer Rouge –Him; Gomorra – Saviano; Final Cut: Art, Money, and Ego in the Making of Heaven’s Gate, the Film that Sank United Artists –Bach.
Movies: Red Beard – Kurosawa; The Godfather Part I & II – Coppola; Mr. Hulot’s Holiday – Tati; The Third Man – Reed; Goodfellas – Scorsese; Kill Bill Vol. 1 – Tarantino; Manhattan – Allen; In the Mood for Love – Wong; Before Sunrise/Before Sunset – Linklater; Barry Lyndon – Kubrick.
Shows: Breaking Bad; Food Network Star; Reel Time with Bill Maher; Game of Thrones: Justified; Survivor (note: my mom, for the record, thinks this admission represents the decline of Western civilization).
Musicians: Elvis Costello; Laura Nyro; k.d. lang; Elliot Smith; Bruce Springsteen; The Stones; My Morning Jacket; Radiohead; Van Morison; U2; The Clash; Bob Dylan; most anything Motown.
Food: Sushi, in addition to just about anything else edible so long as it’s tasty. I can also hang with you vegetarians, no prob.
Recently, I’ve also been thinking about how much I miss being with someone where there's mutual attraction.