Just a guy seldom mistaken for Robert Redford, who likes to read and write, crack wise and talk to people about whatever moves them. Avid fisherman and accomplished cynic, who is technologicaly challenged, and addicted to reason.

Having in a mispent youth consumed enough rum to drown the Royal Navy, my drinking/hard partying days are in the rearview mirror. Very confused about things most people accept as given. For instance, are there guilty bystanders? And why is nobody ever murdered in warm blood? Why do we hear so much from the disgruntled and nothing of the gruntled. And surely, if the act of sexual congress was in fact a way of making (this to say manufacturing) love, we wouldn't need the police or armed forces. Surely love isn't something you make, but rather something you feel. Deeply concered at the prevalence of accepted forgery, for(without a magical moment of resolution) "at the end of the day," it simply gets dark. I hope to make your cyber-aquaintance.

Somewhat slow to retun to dating scene, so open to negotiation. Have your people call my people and they can work something out. But seriously...although it sounds so cliche, a walk along the waterfront would seem appropriate, all very safe, brightlly lit, public and so forth. Confident that after 20 minutes both parties would know if there was potential for a real date.

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