Who am I? Well, some people see a glass of water and ask is it half empty or is it half full, I ask, "Why isn't it a mug?" And could someone explain what "Down to earth" means? I am a product of my father's humor and life's experiences. I have been loved and I've loved in return so everything else is gravy. Have you sat on the red rocks of Sedona and gazed at a glorious sunset? Have you walked a caribean beach at sunrise and felt the caress of the sand and the waves on your feet? Have you lingered over warm beignets and coffee at midnight at Cafe Dumond in New Orleans? I should also clarify my idea of fishing and camping out. Fishing would involve throwing a stick of dynamite into the water and picking up the biggest fish that floats to the top. My idea of camping is leaving the door open on my suite at the Raddisson Hotel.
A first date could include a private jet to Indianapolis and a Limo ride to the White Castle restaurant on Pendleton Pike for a bag of hot sliders, then Jet our way to Carlsbad California to watch the sunset from the beach. It would involve me recognizing all of the social graces and avoid slobbering on myself and a hope that you would do the same.