i intend to come back and bait this hook better as soon as i test the waters. the game warden insists that this be longer and the humor is not on me to compose any grand opus. altho i have recently added, what i hope to be, some lures in the tacklebox.

in the meantime i am going to jump right into the maelstrom of the glass-half-full v glass-half-empty controversy. so, dedicated to those for whom this debate assumes mythical proportions and in a way reminiscent of alexander, "yer done! innkeeper! refills all glasses round and put it on my tab!"


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so, now, the opus:

i am looking for that last, one special lady to with whom to spend quality and quantity time up to and maybe even after our last earthly breath. Someone with whom to share my passions and peace and learn from her hers; with whom to laugh and maybe cry; for whom to be her strength and she mine; on whom to close my eyes at night and to whom to open them at morn; with whom the mere memory of our kisses sets our lips to tingle; where virtues and talents count for more than vices and failings and even those swiftly forgot and forgiven; with whom my spirit soars and who brings me back to earth; and mostly, someone who doesn’t mind such prose and knows that the brightest blossoms spring from soil enriched from time to time with good old- fashioned manure.

ok some potential deal breakers for some, but for the right lady, i hope, deal makers.

i am a practicing catholic (practicing most likely because i don't know i'll ever get very good at it) active in my parish. i don't require that a partner share that, altho it would be nice, only that she accept it, as i will her beliefs as long the behaviors ours manifest are not in conflict. i don't quote scripture nor wear my faith on the outside. i just try to live it albeit with inconsistent success. on that i heard a jesuit say, "faith like all truth, is a journey not a destination."

i am an adult, with a youthful outlook but not frozen in perpetual adolescence. if a harley-riding eternal teenager inhabiting an adult body dressed in denial and festooned with tats (nothing more richly ironic than a permanent commitment to a passing fad) and pins is what you seek, move on; what others do to their bodies, well, the key word is others. but such adornment on a lady is not a bad thing, subtlety is key the jewelry and any ink should not distract, rather enhance. as far as harleys, if you mean motorcycles, great, i have owned and ridden indians, triumphs, bsa's, bmw's and honda's, but if you're brand fixated without being able to recognize one without the logo, well, file that with the tats. i am not driven by fads or mass mania except perhaps off.

i have been a dodger fan since i can remember, even to wearing a royal blue cap with a B. i enjoy most other sports but admit that i cannot build up a head of steam for today’s professional athletes. i was raised in sports to be a sportsman and expect the same in others and, i am told that it is my expectations that have failed to evolve; that today's players are no longer to be held up as sportsmen, rather athlete entertainers. even tho that may explain my disappointment, it does not mitigate it, it only makes it greater.

i enjoy almost any kinds of music that meets one single criterion: i have to able to hum the melody. ok, maybe two, i wouldn’t be embarrassed if my mother heard the lyrics.

i make my own beer and wine and judge in related competitions, so these beverages are not just a social thing, they are a hobby. but any emphasis is on the process, sensory experience and not sensory anesthesia.

my politics tend to the libertarian with a close reading of the constitution and an understanding based on reading the controversy the framers so eloquently set down in their writings at the time. i believe that rights divorced from responsibility are unsustainable and we all owe more than we can ever repay. i frustrate myself as a member of a neighborhood council.

i believe in personal honor and common courtesy, both increasingly uncommon in today's world.

i have several pets and am restoring several classic cars, but you will never hear me elevate them past their nature by refering to any of them as 'my baby'. that is an hyperbole in which i will not indulge, even in metaphor. (yike! {and, yes, one yike only} what? no onomatopoeia?) my not always unarticulated reaction to being introduced to one's pet as their baby is, 'hmmm, wonder what the other half of that union looked like!' they all have their place in my heart and too frequently a claim to the contents of my pocketbook, but they are no offspring. i reserve the special closeness for family, friends with a special vacancy for that special lady.

i am a romantic and even tho i believe in equality in most things, "equal" does not mean "the same" and that is why only in most things. i was brought up to treat a woman as a lady until and only if she proves herself otherwise. then i am gone so fast that you would hear the air rushing in to fill the space no longer occupied. otherwise, i am a very, very playful, non-player.

i believe that lovemaking is not always sex, but can be as simple as a gentle caress in the line at the grocery checkout and foreplay, lovemaking and afterplay are part of a continuous and ongoing cycle. standing in line at disneyland with the right person can be more fun than the rides and similarly, a trip to home depot can be more romantic than a weekend at a b&b. the companion is everything.

so, if you got this far, you are either a glutton for punishment or found something intersting. on that invite your thots?

i know a nice combo jazz/seafood/neighborhood dive. good food and drink and friendly staff who know when to disappear.