As it says above, I'm 57, divorced, never had children, have one****r spaniel, am more sciency in outlook than liberal artsy, spend vacations hiking, parking my tent trailer out in the desert (when digging for sunstones [QVC calls them labradorite]) or up in the mountains (when panning for sapphires [Montana] or digging obsidian[Calif/Oregon]). My house is full of books on Calif Native Americans, Geology, Botany, science fiction, Bats, gemology, dinosaurs, basketry, Birds, and a little historical non-fiction. If you think that sounds nerdy, I'd probably agree, but it's what interests me. My hobbies include the above, stained glass, & faceting (you make gems out of the pretty pebbles you dig out of the ground).
What I'm looking for? If I were younger, I'd answer the same that everyone else is looking for and of couse be wrong. Nowaday, I'd say that we're all trees, that we've planted ourselves somewhere, then over time we've pruned ourselves (and been pruned by others, not always friends), been relocated, even knocked over and set up again (thanks, friends). Now come the similes about needing enough light and shelter, etc and I realize I'm proabably just as wrong now as when I was a kid. I'd like to have what I thought I had for a quarter century: trust, affection, caring, friendship. Just like everyone else, or am I wrong?
I work in a hospital, in the lab. Others draw blood, send it to me, and I test it for potassium, sugar, or anything else the doc's think is needful to know. I do countless repetitive tests where I can never, for the sake of the patient, make a mistake. Then at home, to relax, I cut countless repetitive facets on gemstones, where I can never make a mistake. Go figure.
Does everyone else have as much trouble writing this stuff down? Brown hair, greyish eyes, 195 lbs that was 180 at the beginning of this year and will be 170 before the end of '09. Laid-back, patient to a fault, and d*mned by environment and heredity to be a "nice guy". Sorry, but if you've read this far, you need to know that. On to the next empty white box...

Since this is no longer the century (or millenium) of my birth, apparently the standard approach (I speak here with a huge lack of actual knowledge, but I've read web pages...) is to suggest a meeting in some convienient coffee shop. Talk a little. Perhaps discuss my poor choice of simile, or the weather, or something about yourself.