I'm not really looking. I figure if it's meant to happen, it will happen. And let's face it, most people on here are kicking the tires but have no intention of buying. This place can be a source of frustration if you take it all too seriously. It's still better to bump into someone. But whatever you do, don't let them get your knickers in a knot. ;-) Only the brave should read on...

I'd rather be in Pago Pago today.

Question: Why do so few people over 50 couple up? Whatever happened to those three little words...'Wanna move in?' ;-)

You could be an artist or have a creative bent to you, a bit of a rebel, adventurous, certainly bright, fun!, and have never quit wanting to change the world. Beyond that, the image is vague and hazy, but I enjoy surprises and the experience of it all coming into focus.

Magic times: Sitting around a campfire telling grand stories...or, better, pillow talk on a rainy day with the effortless flow of ideas and dreams underscored by the patter of rain on the leaves outside the window.

Don Quixote is my hero. A million pages in the US tax code and not one beautiful thought...if the Q had written it, lovers would be exempt.

I'm also as American as apple pie. My great, great, great, great grandfather was an American patriot who fought in the Revolutionary War 1776-1782. Not a quitter - it runs in my family. I voted for Obama - I hope he shows up soon... And come on, Rushbo is an idiot.

POF is a junior high dance. Remember? Girls on one side, boys on another - getting up the courage to say 'hello'. Where does friendship start but with a simple 'Hi'? Here, it's the click, click, click of heals on the gym floor replaced with the sound of a keyboard. Start something, make a friend. Reach out.

It must be that feeling of being immortal that made it so much easier to dive in when young. But there is that moment when one dives in or doesn't at any age - and at this stage, perhaps permanent in the failure to immerse oneself. We only get so many chances...

Hard working, smart, well read, well traveled, interesting, Christian, loving dad to my three wonderful sons, fun, creative, good guy. (How's that in a nutshell?)

I'm an east-sider. West of Gratiot is west-side. West of Woodward is Grand Rapids. East of here, just across the lake, is New York City..and, yes, it IS a wonderful world.

"It is a lovely conceit, the notion that fate and the forces of the universe somehow conspired to bring a happy pair together... but experience shows that love is a bond that is built by two people of harmonic temperament. There are many perfect mates for you; probably three or four within a five mile radius." Garrison Keilor

I like that quote. As true (or not) as that may be - love and that feeling of destiny is a powerful, unconquerable force and can set two wills like flint in its pursuit. But should one of those wills falter, it's called a house of cards. You can't do that for more than a time or two and call yourself sane for trying another long-distance love affair. Are you with me? Or, should I say, near me?

If I were asked, I would say that love is a long series of little endearments and getting lucky.

I still play hardball, which I am certain is divinely inspired. Doubleday's epiphany: 60'6" mound to the 17" wide home plate. Perfect! Football is another story.

I've sailed the Pacific, there were times during storms when all we could do was pray and hang on. Not a situation for control-freaks...you know, there's just no way to calm them down.

I think couples, early on in their relationship, should go on a survival hike. A nuptial walk about. Something hard and dangerous (wolves and alligators) with the hope that henceforth neither is apt to bail on the other. The goal: An unconquerable team will be forged and survive anything.

By the way, it's nice to see so many pretty Canadian girls here, eh? I would move to Canada - Cannuckians are civilized folk and greatly admired for their health system. Gotta love 'em. Kiss, eh? (did I say that right?)

Sheesh, this thing has turned into a blog.

Any Resonance?

Just remember: (While thinking Dean Martin):

When an eel lunges out
And it bites off your snout,
That's a Moray

A short, sweet meeting over coffee. After which, I go back to my cave and, you know, think it over. It's a primal question: "Would she be better company than my dog, wolf, or saber-tooth tiger?"

Ten to one, she'll smell better - so that earns a point. For example, my dog is loyal but clingy and barks a lot. Possible three points there. With that, I think I have given up enough wisdom of the cave and man-thought. You can keep a secret, right?