It’s been a total of three years since my separation/divorce (we were married for almost 16 years - total of 20 together), which f i n a l l y finalized in Dec. 2007 (is there any point, legally or illegally, when I can state that I’m single, or do I always have to say I’m divorced? Any statute of limitations for criminy sakes?). Amazingly (and forever thankful) I found love again on a competing online dating site (I'll whisper it so POF doesn't get mad: Match), but after two+ years and various private reasons I find myself single again (Ha! I said SINGLE! – Can’t catch ME coppers!!). I mention all of this to show that I’m not afraid of commitment… terrified maybe, but not afraid. I’m a one girl at a time kinda guy and NOT a ‘cereal dater’ (I have no idea what food has to do with dating). I’m a city boy who likes the country, a Southern California native without the So Cal attitude. I love to make people laugh and truly love pleasing a woman in every way (wink). I like to think I’m laid back & down to earth, humorous, kind, courteous, considerate, confident, loyal, strong, unpretentious and fairly modest (which makes writing this a royal pain in the you know what). My mom reminded me to say that I’m a good listener and communicate fairly well for a man. I'm also very proud to say that I was never unfaithful. I'd LIKE to meet a smart, independent, vivacious, confident, loyal, considerate, equally unpretentious, honest, down to earth woman who looks like Cindy Crawford (remember kids, the emphasis was on LIKE - I'm not delusional)... but a man in his 40's such as myself may have set his sights too high (DUH).

Ps. I need to get this off my massively muscular chest (not): I've come to realize that many women are somewhat complex and perplexing: You SAY you’re looking for a kind, honest gentleman with a great sense of humor (maybe picturing George Clooney/Kevin Costner/Patrick Dempsey etc.?) but when you finally meet him some kind of devious/devilish transformation takes place and BAM!, you’d rather have a ‘bad boy’ (Mickey Rourke/Tommy Lee/Tony Soprano etc.?). What’s the deal girls!? Most men are capable of being both if you can’t decide. But how do we know which way to come off at first?
Sure, I may be holding out for Cindy and you gals might be holding out for George (or Tommy), but at some point a reality check smacks us upside the head and we finally realize that we’re both being just a TAD too picky(?) So can you give us kind, honest gentlemen with a sense of humor a chance? And if I need to put a mask on, dress in black and break down your bedroom door (relax, I’m referring to Antonio as Zorro) or stumble in smelling of whiskey and bar smoke, cursing like an Irishman (a la Colin Farrell), I’m right there baby!

Pps. Sorry, one more little thing: I cannot b e l i e v e how many 39 year old women are on these online dating sites. There are MILLIONS of you! Besides the age of Woodstock, landing men on the moon and the Amazin’ Mets & Jets, 1970 must have also been quite a year for peace, love and pounding out baby girls. I know… men are just as guilty at the age fudging game, so I guess my call goes out to all: Try to be proud of who and where you are in life, it’s just a number. Now I’m off to happily reflect on how old I am…