I'm a 42 year old divorced male who recently relocated to Boise and I'm looking for someone to show me the city. I'm actually somewhat normal which, I realize, is a somewhat subjective description given that this IS the internet after all. But I'm reasonably certain I'd pass any extensive criminal/psychiatric background check without nary a raise of an eyebrow. I'm actually a very laid back guy who is extremely content in my current situation. I was married for ten years and, although any end of a marriage is unfortunate, I don't regret my former married life at all. I spent 15 years in the Navy, most of which were spent flying the A-6E Intruder (which are sadly all retired now and baking in the hot Tucson airplane graveyard sun) and I'm a graduate of the United States Naval Academy with a degree in mechanical engineering (which you as a taxpayer graciously paid for. Thanks by the way lol) I'm currently employed as a corporate pilot and love everything about aviation. Flying is the single greatest joy I've experienced and I consider myself incredibly fortunate to have a job that pays me for what I love. My current roommate is a big ol' sloppy black lab named Jesse who has quite an extensive repertoire of tricks, most impressive of which is holding the floor down with his butt. When he finally learns to fetch a cold beer from the fridge, I WILL provide an update here (but don't hold your breath)
What I'm looking for.... hmmmmm good question. Like I've said before, I'm really quite content with my life and I should state upfront that I'm not currently involved in a desperate search for a wife. But neither am I here to reinforce the flyboy womanizing stereotype. If the right woman comes along, I'll certainly be open to whatever may develop, but right now I'm dating just for the companionship that only a woman can provide. Jesse is a great buddy, but most of my favorite restaurants sorta frown on him sitting at the table, and he really doesn't much like chick flicks (Trust me, I've forced the poor pup to sit through countless runnings of When Harry Met Sally. Now he looks at me like a giant Milk Bone)
