I don't know why I'm here except to pester people in the forums. I'm a couch potato, actually, more of a bed potato, or a garage potato, or an attic potato, or a garden potato. I don't care for physical activity but I continue to surprise others and myself with my wiry strength.
I maintain my boyish figure by fidgeting, picking and losing fights, and other borderline obsessive behavior.
I've never married because my standards are unreasonably high and because I have never pursued women. Of the many women who have pursued me, all have exhibited a more Rubensian or Hogarthian aesthetic rather than the Piet Mondrian or Keith Sommier economy of line and form that my hyper-discriminating visual palate requires. That includes you.
My son, the result of a youthful indiscretion, lives with me, but he's almost 30 and has his own life. His mother is the female Hunter S. Thompson. Yes, with the vigorous self-medication program, and yes, yes, with the guns.
I'd like to go to a pistol range, but with a woman who wouldn't tempt me as a target
I hate walks on the beach. I always step on something. I don't mind watching the beach from the living room of a beach house through a big plate glass window with a glass of Remy Martin, though.
Needless to say, I enjoy browsing galleries, museums, restaurants, concerts, and art festivals, although I am a demanding and pretentious critic of everything I see, hear, or taste. Almost nothing is good enough for me. Maybe that's why I date a lot of Jewish women.