On the eve of my 50th birthday, I find that my life has somehow started over. I feel like a "babe in the woods" when it comes to figuring out what exactly I should be doing. I am happy. I am optimistic. I'm not sure why. I guess it is because I beleive that there is still a great deal of life yet to be lived. And I am looking forward to it and ready to get on with it.

I would love to see myself with a new friend at an open-air concert, or a museum, or a movie, or sitting at home watching tv and eating popcorn. Maybe even doing something more active, like playing tennis or bowling. I'm not a big-time drinker but do enjoy the occasional beer, wine, and marguerita (not at the same time).

Career-wise, I am pretty happy with what I am doing. I am not getting rich, but I have been able to pay my bills. (If you're looking for a sugardaddy, you're barking up the wrong tree). I am doing something that I like and I'm pretty good at it.

I wish that I was a better writer. I have seen some inspired words from some of the folks on this site and think, "If only I had tried harder in English class, I could really improve my mojo in these personal ads."

I really enjoy the creative side of life. Write a song. Paint a picture. Make something in clay. Tie-dye a T-shirt. Make fun of squirrels.

Perhaps a quick meet and greet. Coffee and conversation. Run away screaming. Or not... who knows?