That's what women always say in their break-up e-mails, anyway. I'm also trustworthy, loyal, clean and reverent. I get the funny and handsome thing pretty regularly. (One woman said that I look like a Polish ax murderer in one of my pictures, but most everyone tells me I look better in person. Absurd. I'm not Polish.) Was told a while back that I have a great jaw crease. Imagine that. What IS that?
Fitness used to come from the dojo but now it's from the gym mostly. And work. Also hike, backpack, bike. I smell good and taste good. I don't smoke, do drugs, drink to excess or beat people up. I have all my hair. You should, too. No, seriously. I'm pretty strong, but I’ve studied bonsai and brush painting. I was a Registered Nurse, but have changed careers to landscape design/construction after even more education. I’m a big guy—6', 195 lbs.—and I practice Aikido, the martial art of peace. I spend a lot of time outdoors even when I'm not at work. My music tastes go from classical Indian to classical European to jazz to electronica.
A recent acquaintance called me "all man." I have no idea what that means, exactly, but I've been told that this is in short supply these days and that many were heading down to "Man Jose" to find someone. That's pretty funny. Another said that I was a geeky stud. Their words, not mine.
I like to cook, especially with and/or for someone. Seriously, is there anything more sensual than than cooking and eating together? Well, there's THAT, but I mean with your clothes on.
An old friend said that I was a "sensate". He meant that I take in the world visually and tactilely.
What is this thing about long walks on the beach. Doesn't anybody like a short walk on the beach or a medium walk in the hills? I do like being out in the rain, even if I don't get caught there. But I hate Pina Coladas. Seriously, what red-blooded guy likes Pina Coladas frcryinoutloud
I'm pretty left-leaning, politically. As in: I think Big Pharma should be nationalized and Ann Coulter institutionalized.
I don't know what to do about this age thing. People tell me I think and act like someone 20 years younger. Someone recently said they thought I was in my 40's. Point is, there are a lot of people with these rigid ideas of what this or that age means. I'm Iooking for the woman that isn't that limited in her thinking. Those who aren't, I've found, are the most interesting.
I'm looking for a companion and a lover. I've met a lot of women who are too busy for the former and too scared of the latter. I don't push the latter. In fact, I'm monk-like in my patience. But you need to have worked through your stuff: parental, previous relationships, fearful weltanschaung, whatever.
Trying to find groups to move me forward. Am a co-leader of a sketching Meetup.
I've been working way too much because I don't have someone to do things with. I need an intervention to get me out of the hamster wheel.
I make a mean puttanesca. Wait . . . what does that make ME? (Hint: you have to know what puttanesca means. The word, not the ingredients, silly.)
Kind of Blue, The Brandenburgs
Gabby the Wonder Dog (Alas, at 18, she passed on Christmas Eve. One of the sweetest, most curious, most grounded beings ever. I so miss her.)
My S3 (it's a business thing)
Crusty bread, olives and cheese(What? No.That's only one thing!)
Why isn't the Spanish version of People magazine called Gente?
A lot of people on here are talking about some glass and whether it's half full or half empty. I think they have the wrong glass.
Why do so many women think that men, or anyone, are so familiar with the Meyers-Briggs codes that they put them in their profile? Might as well tell me your blood type.
Why are there so many folks on here who haven't answered the questions? That's what makes OKC different. Step up or lean in or whatever you're doing these days and answer the questions. I'm going to assume it's a fake profile if you don't.
I don't trust people with no self doubt.
In short, I want a women who wants to date, now, and expresses herself clearly on this site about that.
If your smart enough two no that their is not a word alot.
If, like Little Esther, you like your men like you like your whiskey . . .