Here's the hook:
No baggage. No debt. No kids. No divorce. No stalking ex-boyfriends. No confusion about my faith. I did not vote for the entitlement platform. No breakdowns. No insanity. No pill popping. No mood swings. No GhonnaSyphaHerp-ill-AIDS. No freakishly strange proclivities. No aversion to guns or to you leaving the toilette seat up.
I'm witty so brains only.
On to the good stuff.
I love to laugh and smile- I can't think of much that gets me down. Life- it's all entertainment, as my father would say. I'm looking for a guy who feels the same and is ready to move away from the bar scene.
What else- I like good, solid people who have been there, done that, and understand the facets of the world.
Seems the more I travel, the more grateful I am of where I came from. Sometimes we have to get away to look back with that different, older perspective.
Iraq, Vietnam, China, Germany, Italy, Austria, Hungary, Africa, Korea, Iceland, Australia, Ireland, Scotland, England, Alaska, most of South America, just to name a few...there are so many more. Some where my role was war. Some where the role was peace. Some as an MD, in the funny fine line between the two.
After living 60 years crushed into 30, I have realized what is OK to let go (whether you put the toilette seat down) and what is fair to fight for (God, trust, respect, and good honest work ethic without entitlement). Life gets distilled down to the finer points, the more trial and tribulation I go through. The same happens in my dating selection.
I've done everything I've set my mind to do. I'm ready to look for an equal, a partner in crime. I'm easy going. Shoot me a line.
Keep on living the dream.
