Simply put, I am well-rounded (except in the belly), refined (except in appearance), articulate (except if casually conversing), giving (except if manipulated), stereotypical male (except below the surface), simple (except in my soul), secure (except for vulnerabilities), optimistic (except on Tuesdays -just checking to see if you're still reading), almost renaissance (except in everything), an introverted extrovert (a Myers-Briggs conundrum for the Jung at heart :-) .
Dating in my 50s? That's so yesterday - I just turned the corner to 60. Figuring out what to put into this new chapter, choosing rather than being told how life is. Choice, opportunities...and some chances along the way.
Yours? Are the dreams you dream today the ones you've always wished for? Not mine. New ones, for that kid in me who swears that when he grows up, I will still be laughing at his sixty year old antics. Silly and serious. At peace with most turmoil. Outgoing with a streak of selfish silence that tags along just to irritate the pretentious.
Being comfortable with my life doesn't require that I stay busy and social. Laughs, discovering new things and great conversations are an enticement for me, not an escape. I’m not necessarily looking for marriage; I don’t consider myself a half person without a mate (losing one’s spouse to cancer unexpectedly puts many things in perspective, even if at first they seem out of focus).
Life is lived at many levels. I believe strongly that we are emotionally intelligent spiritual people. I’ve also come to believe that although they make sense at some levels, formal faiths / religious lifestyles too often get in the way of what we yearn for. You? You enjoy the intelligent or clumsy attempts at unraveling life’s mysteries. You ache for the balance between what is known and what is felt without the need to solve the universe's problems by the time you go to bed. Unsettled isn't, really.
You have a quick wit? A what? You know, that mental trigger that tackles words, ideas, things as if lassoing every consonant and twisting them into a new direction that has me mentally cross-eyed. Don’t worry, I’d just put on my rose colored glasses. Through which I see darkly. And if they’re wine glasses, merlot.
Ahh, yes: soft kisses, you know, the ones that whisper. Touch is one of the languages (The Five Languages of Love) I respond to but not the only one. If you would rather be in a crowd more often than in a place for two, I’m not your guy. I do really well in crowds; I like the interaction but I find that too often the social niceties distract from the real people living just under the casual conversations. I find that I’m more of a life experience guy than an activities guy, at heart. Which is what I want to nourish going forward.
This all sounds so serious, doesn't it? I enjoy the light-hearted as much as every one but Robin Williams, have that fun streak right there next to some of the emotions I have there on my sleeve. Guess it depends which way you and I choose to get the most out of life. Have fun. Enjoy time. Understand yourself. And the person you're with. Add the depth of what matters in life to all this and the possibilities become really interesting. Throw in chemistry (which, in my opinion, takes a while to figure out - it ain't teenage instant) and good things happen.
Hoping that you find who and what matters most to you. Be well. Be you.
