Me: Green eyes. Early riser. Lift, swim, pray and listen to anything that gets me ready for war (you may call that work, though). The rest of the day: funny, active, impulsive, hard working. And down time: People watching, coffee (lots of coffee), New York Times Sundays, graffiti, music, music, music, Trash&Vaudeville, MOMA, the Beacon, CityBike in Central Park, walks across the Brooklyn Bridge for dim sum and Tsingtao (I LOVE my city), antique shopping in Vermont, apple picking upstate, road trips. I say I like to cook although I really don't (but I do it well). I make friends quickly, am generally easy going. In short, it's all good. One son (amazing kid - really amazing kid - just ask and I'll talk about him until your eyes glaze over) who lives away (ergo as many trips to Nashville as possible).
I play hard (and I do!) but I rock that suit (albeit in a very East Village way) on a daily basis and there are gowns in my closet for those evenings at the Met. I smell like patchouli.
You: Rocker boy. You read. If you write, that's fabulous! You are fearless (on the outside at least). You are sexy, scintillating, and solvent. You are still up for adventure and maybe wanna take a trip with me to stand on the Continental Divide when it rains. You'll slow dance under a street light to the rhythm of the traffic. Music makes you melt. You squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom. You laugh. You're as comfortable at some LES dive as you are at Nobu (or are at least ready to try to be!). And you have lived long enough to truly understand what "live and let live" means; to know that a team is stronger than a solo attempt; and to revel in the fact that it surely isn't over: there are still things to build, still bonds to forge, still dreams to attain.
Come play with me. Really. It'll be fun