There's a scene in The Thomas Crown Affair wherein Faye Dunaway looks at Steve McQueen and says: "You do live very well, don't you?". Now, McQueen's role is that of an adventure seeking millionaire playboy, true, but what I choose to take from the exchange is that living, not just existing but really living, is a choice one makes every minute of every day. Or not. There's a shocking surplus of or nots out there these days and I flat out refuse to join the club.
My idea of the good life is a vague and varied thing, more a general set of guidelines really. Eat well, stay active, learn, explore, adapt, but most importantly: enjoy! A cup of green tea kombucha during sunrise at the crest of a freshly conquered rock face, the first bite of a dinner all day in the making surrounded by friends and family, a glass of Cab Sauv and some strong blue cheese with a good book and a thick blanket. Whatever keeps you grinning.
I'm more the boots and backpack type myself, but I can be talked into hitting the town without excessive arm twisting. That said, I don't do drugs, quit smoking years ago, and have never been much of a drinker; So the bar scene doesn't really appeal to me. I'd much rather have a great dinner followed by a show at cap city comedy, live music downtown, bowling at Highball (which no longer exists, but is staying here til I find a viable alternative), or a movie at a drink/dine-in theater.
Regarding my 'ideal match'. The only absolute necessity is an acceptance and preferably appreciation of the fact that I am utterly devoted to my daughter, of whom I have full custody. Beyond that, I suppose you could say I - am not so much looking for as won't settle for less than - the strong, intelligent, beautiful woman who will one day look at me over mimosas and say: "We do live very well, don't we?".
And yes, I would like some wine with that cheese. Got any '95 Mouton?
