I am: father, thinker, writer, entrepreneur, artist, cook... servant to the world, master of myself. I wish for love with a great woman, because a single moment of satisfaction as complete as Love lingers in the brain for decades. After 35 years, I remember my first true romance: Vermont, 1978, waking on Sunday morning, rain drumming on a tin roof somewhere, I listened to her breathe until she got around to kissing us awake, and we reminded each other how lucky we were to be human beings capable of love... You're thinking, "jeez, guy's got baggage." I LIKE baggage! If you have "no baggage" at this age of life, what have you been doing? A man will naturally go where he is wanted and needed. If you have the baggage of vicious habits, that's different you need to fix that... But if your baggage is "I have kids" or "I can't balance life and work" or "My ex is a jerk" or "I'm just so broke"... well... I don't judge. That's life baggage. And after all my travels, if there's one thing I know I'm good for, it's carrying bags.