Yes, I used to play for the New York Yankees… Sure, I was nine, it was in my parents house, and my bat and ball were really an old gift wrapping tube and a rolled up sock... but man did I rock that living room. My golden retriever, Sunshine, would steal the sock, while my best friend would pitch to me from the left of the couch. I was having a blast until a tragic lamp breaking accident forced me into retirement...
...so now I have to entertain myself in other ways, such as making little sand castles on the beach. Silly? Maybe, but join me and tell me it's not fun doing that while simultaneously trying not to spill good champagne from cheap Styrofoam cups. Ah, romance!
For me, romance is travel and adventure rolled into one. There is something breathtaking about stepping onto a plane in a modern city of skyscrapers and freeways and stepping off mere hours later into a city of ancient cathedrals, narrow cobblestone roads, steamy crowded markets and tiny theaters. While I love a white sandy beach at an all-inclusive resort, the real adventure for me is exploring places that your average tourist passes up.
And when I’m not putting my travel agent’s kids through college, I enjoy getting out and about here in So Cal. I love to hike, and like to explore the mountains behind my house every chance I get. On occasion I take my neighbor’s Labrador with me on longer walks (everything’s better with a dog!). It’s worked out to my advantage, since he carries his weight, makes great conversation, drags me up the steep parts, and knows the trails even better than I do.
Yet, as much as I enjoy the quiet and solitude of the wilderness, I also relish spending time with my family. Although I moved out long ago and live far from them, I make time to take trips back to visit whenever I’m working on their side of the continent. I’m especially close with my disabled younger sister, who has taught me more about loving life than any other person I have ever met. I still volunteer at the Special Olympics locally and never miss a chance to go see a movie with her when I’m home for the holidays.
Well, after telling you all the things I am, the one thing I’m not is a gourmet chef. Apparently, I’m the only guy on this site who ISN’T... No, I’ve never taken cooking lessons, and my kitchen isn’t filled with ‘aromatic’ French cheeses and savory fresh weeds... Instead of eating in, wouldn't you rather have a picnic outdoors on a beautiful, sunny day?
If that sounds like the something you’d enjoy, if you don’t mind a guy who constantly holds open a door for you, and if you can handle letting someone pay for your meal on a date, we should talk. Looking forward to your email.
