I am: father, thinker, writer, entrepreneur, sculptor, cook... servant to the world, master of myself. I wish for love with a great woman, but I have experienced the thunderbolt few times in my life, sometimes resulting in long relationships, but at times too a shattered heart, either for me or for a lovely, deserving her. There's no predicting. Love is chemical, and it is our duty to admit whether it's true or not. We fess up and move on. But even when we're ruined by it, we hunger for it, because a single moment of satisfaction as complete as Love lingers in the brain for decades. After 30 odd 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, then you have not lived. Contrary to conventional wisdom about men's desire for troublefree women, 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.