Most pics are Memorial Day, '09. Fuzzy hair, fuzzy mind, fuzzy cam pics. I was bored, K!! Lol
Oh, and I was lyin' about the blonde hair, too, although sometimes I claim platinum or ash. Lol
The short course: liberated, alliterative lawyer, active lifestyle, laughs alot, looking for liberated, literate,libertine lady with an eye on the horizon, no slack in her sails, light on her feet, weathered some storms but still winsome and wishful, warmth in her smile, wide-opened eyes, intellect intact, is willing to walk through the wilderness that's left, with me.

Clarification: the woods and the white water are just things I like to do when I can, not the neighboorhood I live in, a hopeless addiction, where I hide out, or seek refuge or respite from a partner. Please ignore what I do for a living, and the degree required to do it. If you speak my language, and seek something in here that sparks you, we will probably get along swimmingly. Intimacy as I know it is a far nobler pursuit than rank rutting, but the combination of the two is a KO punch. My moral compass points to true north, regardless of lunar cycles, and however crippled you may think me, with the use of only half a brain, we all begin life as females, not tadpoles, in fetal form, and the only actual difference is anatomical, a blessing, to be sure, but measured in inches, not lightyears. Not scolding, just saddened that my message didn't get through more clearly.

I like to inject humor, or try to, in everything I do (even courtroom asides). True story: a lawyer friend, Italian (his one-liners have made me spit soda on myself more than once), took me to lunch at his club in Philly, at a rare down time for me,and mid-meal, asked me seriously how I was doing. I told him I had very little left to commend me, other than my aging good looks and oversized genitals. A raven-haired 30-something at a nearby table whirled around in her chair to stare at whoever had said such a thing, and my friend, without hesitating, pulled out his pen, grabbed his napkin, and said, "Mind if I write that down? That was working for a minute, there." And it was all I could do not to spit my drink down my shirt.

Interests,wishes and diversions: mystery, magical moments, water, especially white, trees (oxygen is best close to the source), tents, tanned skin, truth, trustworthiness, openings, openness, opportunity, the beach (except the sand keeps following me home), baseball and butterflies, "up" things, my hands in your hair, and yours in mine, honesty-intimacy (these are inseparable), humor and hungers, free communication, candor, creative writhing, whispers, elation, earth, earthiness and the ethereal, all things sensory and the sublime.

In Trekkie terms, I dropped all my shields years ago, when I realized they were keeping me from where I most wanted to be.

I live alone, love to play, and make my own work schedule. I do have some culinary skill, even tried sushi at home, but couldn't get the rice to stick together, can make a better caesar than anyplace that doesn't make it tableside, and a bearnaise that will bring tears to your eyes. Cooking for one is not much fun. But let me prepare a meal for you; sit in the front row, cheer me on. And if you like the food, whisper your appreciation in my ear.

Socially/politically liberal, with libertarian sprinkles, and this year, for the first time, have been actively supporting my choice by donating time, money, etc. And he won!

I haven't colored between the lines since kindergarten, and will usually look for a different way to reach a goal.

Snow-capped (the hair, since my late thirties) and kinda craggy at this point, well-worn disposition, but the blood runs hot at lower altitudes (if you nuzzle the spot where my shoulder meets my neck, goosebumps run down my arm). Love slow, communicative kisses and hope to get lost in your eyes in the midst of it.
Former Naval officer (a gentleman by Congressional decree), and can still communicate with sailors, if the need arises, which is now mostly "Comin' about".

Emptynester, with two very cool daughters, the first a lawyer, despite her father's strong advice to do dental school , and the younger, just 21, in her final year in graphics arts (Happy Valley-I am soooo jealous).

Love levity and laughter (the irrepressible kind), and would still rather take the risk than avoid it.

Prefer passion to pain to prove I'm alive, feral to placid, touch to distance, coffee to alcohol, do my best to focus on the Moment, and wish that wolves still lived here, tho I slip into the woods to live in a tent to get the bearings back (camping reduces life to its simplest terms-no tv, faxes, pc's, even cells rarely work, so you talk)
I always try to add what's missing from the picture, and we're well past the wolves here.
I still question authority, always have, and no deity rests comfortably when I'm conscious.
I don't drink, but will gladly pour/uncork yours. Just got to the point where I was approaching my lifetime allotment, and decided to save some capacity for later, much later.

Does anybody have a use for these silly roses?

Now please take this in the lighthearted way it is offered, but it seems to me that the gender gap can be defined in baseball terms:

Men have one pitch. It's a fastball, not much movement on it, right over the heart of the plate. If you're quick enough to catch up to it, you can put it over the fence.
Women throw everything else: a 12-to-6 curve, a cutter (which only looks like a fastball), a slider that will have you corkscrewing into the dirt, the dreaded change-up, and a butterfly knuckleball that is, well, unhittable. Fortunately, few of these actually cross the plate, and if you're disciplined and patient, you can work a walk. Won't help your batting average, but you will reach first base safely.

Okay, enough dancing around bonfires. Now, your turn. Are you a good witch or a bad witch?

Julia Roberts' cop a squat seems like a great idea.
Anything from coffee/cocktails to dinner, go-carts to candles (everybody looks better by firelight), a walk, bike ride, a river bank, wading in a creek?
I'm, uh, easy. Lol Anywhere we can talk would be great, so bowling alleys, surround-sound movie theaters and Nascar events are probably not the best venues. Lol
But I need you to be real, and hoping that's mutual, meeting somewhere/somehow just has to happen. Drive-bys don't count.