Hi, thanks for stopping by. I know just how hard it is to absorb these profiles and gauge whether there might be something worth pursuing. So let me tell you a little about myself: I grew up in this intellectual world in a suburb of Boston. I come from a good family and family is very important to me. I'm just a normal guy. (Full disclosure: I'm kinda brainy and a refined, scary smart girl is my weakness.) I moved here from NYC, and own a home with a ton of land on a dirt road in the Hollywood Hills. I love to cook, sail, travel, scuba dive, and I've lived in various parts of the world. I've built a cabin on the shores of a Scottish loch where the Northern Lights were so bright; you could read by them, you could hear them. I've lived in a cave in Crete overlooking the Aegean.
I work out regularly and I'm athletic; a participant, not a spectator. I have a black belt and received a commendation for bravery from the Mayor of New York for apprehending a guy who was in the process of attacking a 12 year-old girl (and wanted for 20 rapes and robberies). I'm well-read, an NPR kinda guy. I play bass guitar. I've had some adventures I'd mention here, but you'd think I was making it up...(sigh)
I have a sense of style. I prefer the Before photos over the After. I'm a patient listener, a nurturing partner. How come I've never been married? Because these are crazy times, and I'd like to marry my second wife first. Nonetheless, I like to act fast because life is short.
Used to write first-person feature magazine articles. For instance, I've written about going hang gliding, biking down a dormant volcano, staying up for three days at a sleep clinic, and getting buff and dancing in a Chippendales show.
I’m a former writer for Letterman, Chelsea Handler, and Talk Soup. I did stand-up for years in NYC and am burned-out on that cynical point-of-view. Critical, though it may be funny, is ultimately bitter and miserable.
I’m looking for someone who is refined, lovely, and sweet; someone who seeks a strong inarticulate feeling of longing, a desire to be with someone all the time, to inhabit this man's life and to allow this man to inhabit yours, to engage together in some kind of joint enterprise, nurturing and supportive, in a collaboration — what the French call a complicité — that would be our lives. You should reach out if you have an open heart, honorable intentions, and a desire to make love last. Plus, you get a tad swoony when you imagine tattooing my name onto your ass.
Oh, and thanks for reading this; I sincerely wish you luck on your search.