Compassion lies within all of us. I live a full life and want to share that with my lifelong partner. I've changed careers midlife and I'm doing what I've always dreamed of...Flying The Friendly Skies! My schedule permits me to travel often and also allows me time at home with friends and family. I'm happy with where I am at this point in my life. Let's explore a life together and travel through it with a smile, never knowing where we'll end up, but always glad we took the trip!!

And now, a few words from our sponsor.... Please do not send me a message unless you have a photo on your profile or you're willing to attach one to a message. You've seen me, it's only fair that I see you. NO PIC = NO RESPONSE. The young man in the picture with me is my neighbor's son. He's a great kid!

Read the following with an open mind and a sense of humor. If you're Italian, you'll understand. If you're not, here are some things you might want to know before you meet an Italian family...LOL

ITALIAN KIDS vs. American kids:

American kids: Move out when they're 18 with the full support of their parents.
ITALIAN kids: Move out when they're 28, having saved enough money for a house, and are two weeks away from getting married....unless there's room in the basement for the newlyweds.

American kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings a Bundt cake, and you sip coffee and chat.
ITALIAN kids: When their Mom visits them, she brings 3 days worth of food, begins to tidy up, dust, do the laundry, and rearrange the furniture.

American kids: Their dads always call before they come over to visit them, and it's usually only on special occasions.
ITALIAN kids: Are not at all fazed when their dads show up, unannounced, on a Saturday morning at 8:00, and starts pruning the fruit trees. If there are no fruit trees, he'll plant some.

American kids: Always pay retail, and look in the Yellow Pages when they need to have something done.
ITALIAN kids: Call their dad or uncle, and ask for another dad's or uncle's phone number to get it done...cash deal. Know what I mean??

American kids: Will come over for cake and coffee, and get cake and coffee. No more.
ITALIAN kids: Will come over for cake and coffee, and get antipasto, wine, a pasta dish, a choice of two meats, salad, bread, a cannoli, fruit, espresso, and a few after dinner drinks.

American kids: Will greet you with "Hello" or "Hi".
ITALIAN kids: Will give you a big hug, a kiss on your cheek, and a pat on your back.

American kids: Call everyone's parents Mr. and Mrs.
ITALIAN kids: Call everyone's parents Mom and Dad.

American kids: Have never seen you cry.
ITALIAN kids: Cry with you.

American kids: Borrow your stuff for a few days and then return it.
ITALIAN kids: Keep your stuff so long, they forget it's yours.

American kids: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
ITALIAN kids: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, and just being together.

American kids: Know few things about you.
ITALIAN kids: Could write a book with direct quotes from you.

American kids: Eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on soft mushy white bread.
ITALIAN kids: Eat Genoa Salami and Provolone sandwiches on crusty Italian bread.

American kids: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
ITALIAN kids: Will kick the whole crowds' a** who left you behind.

American kids: Are for a while.
ITALIAN kids: Are for life.

American kids: Like Rod Stewart, and Steve Tyrell.
ITALIAN kids: Worship Tony Bennett, and Sinatra.

American kids: Think that being Italian is cool.
ITALIAN kids: Know that being Italian is cool.

American kids: Will ignore this.
ITALIAN kids: Will forward it.

After having read that, if you feel like going to the San Gennaro Feast in downtown Little Italy and grabbing a sausage and pepper sandwich, a few zeppoli, and a cannoli, then you're IN !!!

Our first date would start with meeting here on PlentyOfFish. A few emails to get acquainted, then some late night chats over the phone, talking endlessly and making each other laugh. We'll make plans to meet for coffee. Sit and talk for a while and if it goes well, make plans for lunch or dinner. I'll pick you up (on the Harley if the weather's OK), open the door for you, pull out your chair. We'll go to the bar and order a drink while we wait for our special booth to be prepared in front of the large open window with a view of the ocean. Candlelight shimmering from our faces, light music in the background. We talk so long that the waiter has returned to our table to find that we haven't even looked at the menu. We order, eat, drink, talk, and laugh. When we finish, we walk down to the shoreline and remove our shoes, the cool feeling of the moist sand between or toes. We hold hands for the first time as we walk side by side. I stop, you turn toward me, and we embrace and kiss. We smile at each other because we know THIS was the reason we met. We return to the car and travel back to your home where we kiss each other good night and look forward to the next of many more dates to come...

This is one of life's lessons I've learned...

NICE GUYS FINISH LAST

To every guy who regrets hurting or losing her.
To every guy who knows which girl he wants.
To every guy who's said, "You're beautiful."
To every guy who was never too busy TO DRIVE across town (or across the STATE)(or fly across the country) to see HER.
To every guy who gives her flowers and a card when she is sick.
To every guy who has given her flowers just "because".
To every guy who said he would die for her.
To every guy who REALLY would.
To every guy who did the things she liked to do.
To every guy who cried in front of her.
To every guy who she cried in front of.
To every guy who holds hands with her.
To every guy who kisses her with meaning.
To every guy who hugs her when she's sad.
To every guy who hugs her for no reason at all.
To every guy who would give their jacket up for her.
To every guy who calls to make sure she got home safe.
To every guy WHO WOULD SIT AND WAIT FOR HOURS TO SEE HER, EVEN IF THEY COULD ONLY SPEND A FEW MINUTES TOGETHER.
To every guy who would give his seat up.
To every guy who just wants to cuddle.
To every guy that reassured her that she was beautiful no matter what (and honestly believed what he said).
To every guy who shared his secrets with her.
To every guy who tried to show how much he cared through every word and every breath.
To every guy who thought "maybe she could be the one".
To every guy who believed in her dreams.
To every guy who would have done anything so she could achieve them.
To every guy who never laughed at her when she shared her dreams.
To every guy who walked her to her car.

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