Bachelor #1: I'm boring as hell & looking to meet a nice blah blah blah lady in the 40-50 range who is sincere, honest and looking for a great guy to spend the rest of her blah blah blah life with.... because I’m so flippin’ unimaginative and illiterate that I actually couldn’t write my way outta a soaked paper bag. Write me soon cuz I’m desperate!!!
Bachelor #2: Put #1 in the imitation vanilla shitcan he deserves!! Let's skip exuberantly through life embracing a functional-yet-joyous reprise on Peter Pan as we travel the backroads of far flung destinations, sampling all abandonment of culture, cuisine, and language as we go! We'll join in league to savor the eclectic and intellectual, as well as the more earthy, gritty, and down home side of things. I'm equally at home 3 days from nowhere backpacking in the desert as I am in a symphony recital, with everything in-between fair game as well. Often seen as an intellectual, I still haven't removed any digits with power tools despite my frequent inclinations toward playing with them for purposes of hands-on realization of architectural visions. I can turn doorknobs in the proper direction AND calculate the vector moments of force which are causing them to rotate!
The core of my soul revolves around a relentless quest for synergizing human interconnectivity. It is the last hope this planet may have of survival. As such, I’m a boundingly gregarious kinda guy, but in genuine format – not the used car salesman model! I thrive on an endless stream of new connections, while keeping very tightly and passionately ahold of dear old friends as well. I choose not to own a television, preferring the camaraderie of real people to the drivel of inanimate objects. I have a fondness for pets and children, altho I have none of the former and my only daughter is grown & off to college.
I am passionate about fine cuisine and linguistics precisely because their universal commonality serves as a bridge upon which to build interconnectivity on a global scale. I am truly a citizen of the world, so podunk reckneckers should most likely skip on to the next entry unless you’ve had a recent epiphany & realized that there is an entire world out there to explore & you’re looking for a leg up… I do love to teach…..
Conversation Starters (i.e. what you'd like to do on a first date...)
well, there's the PERFECT first date, and then there are real-world options. But I'll start with perfection...
We even start to chat on the phone….
We of course both lead busy & stimulating lives, so it’s difficult for us to find that opportunity to overlap in person…it’s the curse of having friends who are sparkling, stimulating, and generally amazing…. but we keep trying….
All this time, it becomes clearer & clearer that we do have an important, visceral connection to explore…
At the last minute, it seems impossible that we can find a time to meet before I have to leave the country, I finally get up the nerve to ask: “Do you want to go on the best first date in the world?”
Head spinning and heart pounding, you eventually agree. You’ve always wanted to do something just so crazy like this anyway….
You arrive at Amsterdam Schiphol at a dim and deranged hour of the morning (sorry, that’s how it’s done with overnite transatlantics) and take the #2 light rail southeast, in the opposite direction of all the tourists. Arriving at Utrecht Centraal, you stash your bags in a locker & carve your way through the unbridled glitz of the shopping mall to emerge on cobblestone streets, next to the cheesevendor’s shop in the open air marketplace. Forging eastward thru’ the narrow passages, you emerge out onto the wonderful Oude Gracht (old canal) district. It’s only a couple of blocks, but the anticipation in your heart combines with the foreign tongue in the streets & jetlag to make it feel like a lifetime’s journey. You hang a right on the near side of the canal, ambling on….. looking…. looking…..
I’m at the table, waiting patiently on the terras when I spot you approaching. It’s obvious that you’re an American, and the way your quick eyes dart across each table you approach belies that fact that you’re looking for something … something very particular!
With your first glance in my direction, you almost stumble on the edges of the cobblestone pavers as the single red rose in the center of our table comes into your view. Our eyes instantly lock into one unified gaze with the realization “hey, if we can pull THIS OFF, we can do d*mned near anything together!”
more realistically, I’d be glad to lure ya into The Shanty for a pint as that would be a touch easier (tho’ not nearly so romantic!). I hear they sell red roses right here in the USA as well, so at least we can hold on to that much of the vision.