Favorite Movie:
I would describe my sense of humor using a variety of words and phrases, attempting to put them together logically in accordance with established grammatical convention. Oh wait, I get it. What's my sense of humor like? I'm funny. Very. Leave it at that. No, can’t do that. “Leave it at that? He must be hiding something. Pass on him.” Humor's never far beneath the surface with me. Usually on the surface. No, above the surface…way above. Most of the time, in fact. Kidding. Get it? 😊 Seriously, when it's time to be serious—no, that wasn’t a joke; I’m being serious--I'm serious. But, if not need, why not see the humor in things?
Favorite Book:
Oh my, I can’t pick a favorite book. My favorite genre is historical fiction.
Favorite Food:
My tastes run to--everything, at least if it isn't high in fat. Except for--ice cream with a brownie! In short, I love all tastes, but eat healthily
Favorite Music:
Give me music that stirs my soul, gets my heart beating, makes me want to get up and dance. Exciting music. Could be any genre--just need to acquire the taste if it's new. Ranges from classical to hip-hop to rock to, when up for a different soul-stir, jazz. If a good concert's coming to town, it's Ticketmaster time.
Dress Style:
My curiosity is, well, something. Practically anything interests me, for a while. Since I started dating, understanding the psychology of relationship-building, including who we are, what in another enables the building deep bonds--or doesn't--how to understand each other...on and on. (My, what I have learned!) Becoming a professor and consultant was the perfect career for me. How I love teaching and research. As for hobbies, my fave is spotting something that needs fixing. Many an ill-fated repair disaster has come out of me spotting something. Usually, most of the effort goes into fixing stuff needing fixing as a result of trying to fix the first thing. Why I enjoy it is a mystery, but I do. I'm so proud of an old car I rebuilt. It's a beauty. Red convertible. 1964 Corvette. Car of my dreams as a boy. I'm too tall to fit, but starting it up--oh, that exhaust note! I drive it someplace...anyplace. In short order, I'm talking to people I've never met, like old friends. Car stuff All guys. Typical of me, Mr. Manly Man. Should have played the guitar, saxophone, something that attracted girls. Nope...like most male member of the species, I was a member of the DMC. Dumb Man's Club. Never been a womanizer. Love my women friends. We talk about stuff my buds never talk about. Don't chase women, though. OK, so back in the day. Now, I only want one woman. A special woman. Yep, that's my interest. Dating is definitely not a hobby.
Humor:
My curiosity is, well, something. Practically anything interests me, for a while. Since I started dating, understanding the psychology of relationship-building, including who we are, what in another enables the building deep bonds--or doesn't--how to understand each other...on and on. (My, what I have learned!) Becoming a professor and consultant was the perfect career for me. How I love teaching and research. As for hobbies, my fave is spotting something that needs fixing. Many an ill-fated repair disaster has come out of me spotting something. Usually, most of the effort goes into fixing stuff needing fixing as a result of trying to fix the first thing. Why I enjoy it is a mystery, but I do. I'm so proud of an old car I rebuilt. It's a beauty. Red convertible. 1964 Corvette. Car of my dreams as a boy. I'm too tall to fit, but starting it up--oh, that exhaust note! I drive it someplace...anyplace. In short order, I'm talking to people I've never met, like old friends. Car stuff All guys. Typical of me, Mr. Manly Man. Should have played the guitar, saxophone, something that attracted girls. Nope...like most male member of the species, I was a member of the DMC. Dumb Man's Club. Never been a womanizer. Love my women friends. We talk about stuff my buds never talk about. Don't chase women, though. OK, so back in the day. Now, I only want one woman. A special woman. Yep, that's my interest. Dating is definitely not a hobby.
Hobbies & Interests:
My curiosity is, well, something. Practically anything interests me, for a while. Since I started dating, understanding the psychology of relationship-building, including who we are, what in another enables the building deep bonds--or doesn't--how to understand each other...on and on. (My, what I have learned!) Becoming a professor and consultant was the perfect career for me. How I love teaching and research. As for hobbies, my fave is spotting something that needs fixing. Many an ill-fated repair disaster has come out of me spotting something. Usually, most of the effort goes into fixing stuff needing fixing as a result of trying to fix the first thing. Why I enjoy it is a mystery, but I do. I'm so proud of an old car I rebuilt. It's a beauty. Red convertible. 1964 Corvette. Car of my dreams as a boy. I'm too tall to fit, but starting it up--oh, that exhaust note! I drive it someplace...anyplace. In short order, I'm talking to people I've never met, like old friends. Car stuff All guys. Typical of me, Mr. Manly Man. Should have played the guitar, saxophone, something that attracted girls. Nope...like most male member of the species, I was a member of the DMC. Dumb Man's Club. Never been a womanizer. Love my women friends. We talk about stuff my buds never talk about. Don't chase women, though. OK, so back in the day. Now, I only want one woman. A special woman. Yep, that's my interest. Dating is definitely not a hobby.
Travelled:
My fave places I'll go back to anytime: Hawaii (island of Kauai’s North Shore). Japan—wonderful friends, experiences; love the culture. Mexico--such friendliness. California--Bay area and the mountains. Switzerland--IS The Sound of Music. Never been to sub-Saharan Africa. Ready to go. Or Italy, New Zealand and Australia. Come with me. I'm not going alone!
Cultural Adaption:
I relish the idea of a partner from another culture. No homogenized liters of milk for me. Ethnicity? Same as culture. Not a racist bone in my body. The opposite. One thing: I’ve learned fluency in a common language is crucial. Alas, I only speak good English. If communicating is difficult, it's just too hard. That said, speaking English is no guarantee of communication, but that's another story.
Romance:
A resort. Beautiful wather. Everything easy...the day-to-day melts away--fast. We revel in each other. The sunset. Dinner. Beautiful lovemaking.
Personality:
Passionate. I'll never be accused of being easy-come, easy-go, bored or boring. Always something of interest—like you, us. We’re a fascinating puzzle, one never solved. I'm a people person. I enjoy listening to them talk about themselves, their experiences, ups and downs, sorrows, joys, hopes and dreams. Best way to build bonds of understanding, trust. When there's conflict, which there always will be, it's an opportunity, after emotions cool, to ask, listen, understand and learn—the most powerful, bond-building experiences. Like most men, I hate to admit I'm sensitive. Quick to acknowledge my mistakes, apologize, make amends. The right woman is the same. I’ve no tolerance for self-righteous intolerance. We all make mistakes, usually born of misinterpreting or miscommunicating. We try to understand each other, not argue and fight. No way am I a Listen-to-me, I'm the man.
My Perfect Match is:
Two pieces. Physical and psychological. Wish the physical didn't exist, but trying to convince ourselves we're turned on by someone who doesn't do it for us is like trying to convince ourselves we're not turned on by someone who does. My distinct preference is slim or athletic. Maybe because that's my build. Just is. As for height, short or tall, I could love them all. You are not my twin. (Frightening thought that such a woman might exist!) While I definitely do not subscribe to the theory that opposites attract, not over the long haul, many complementary aspects of personalities add spice to a relationship. Our differences create interesting…lots of things. I very much want you to have your own mind. I don’t need to feel like The Man. You must be kind and caring, though. Too much of the other for one life. You can't be dogmatic and opinionated, though. That won’t work. My life has been one of an open mind, questioning, discussing, considering—not telling, objecting, arguing. You, like I, see conflict as an opportunity to understand (after the fireworks). To listen. Most conflict result misunderstandings, so easy to happen given our complexity of thought and that we can’t read minds. Out of breakdowns can come breakthroughs. Open ears and minds—not mouths--required.
