I listen. I remember birthdays. I ask for directions. I tear up at happy endings. ....And I have a tool belt.
...and most of my friends have trouble believing that I'm older than 60 -- which I'm not, at least in spirit, outlook and energy.
A little bit about me: I meditate daily, put the cap back on the toothpaste, am a good cook, and am very healthy (climbed Santa Fe Baldy this summer). I keep friends forever and am very close with my family (I’m in business with one of my nephews).
I used to teach art at the college level (printmaking and photography), designed and taught my own personal growth workshops, shot five cover stories for Newsweek (among assignments for a variety of other magazines) and speak three languages badly in addition to being somewhat fluent in English.
As for "spiritual growth" or whatever you want to call it, I try to be a little bit more compassionate, a little humbler, a little kinder, and have a little more integrity and a little less ego than last year. That's about it nothing complicated.
A little bit about you: If you look forward to good conversations about books and movies, spontaneous weekend getaways to romantic places, a glass of wine together on the patio at sunset, slow dancing in the kitchen, the NY Times on Sunday and the occasional duel with water pistols, I think we’re off to a good start.
Bonus points if you're a good kisser. Double bonus points if you love dogs -- or vice versa. Actually, I forget which one gets double bonus points. It's been a while, as far as kissing goes.
Yeah, I know, I'm 78. But although I’ve had a hugely full and varied life to this point, I’m still looking forward to the next forty or fifty years. So if you want to join me in this incredible adventure, you'll just have to get over it.