Wow -- you clicked. You clicked on me.
First, some valid reasons to move to the next guy:
* My youngest is only eight years old. * I'm a full-time Dad. * I'm doing fine but I'm not loaded. * I'm legally committed to live in Maplewood until my youngest graduates. * I'm neither politically correct nor left-of-center.
Still reading? I'm pleased.
I'm a smart, playful and involved father. I'm blessed to be raising the three best children in the world, ages 8 to 15. I have them half time, but it feels, and is, full time work -- helping my children grow is harder than growing my former business. I'm delighted to have another decade of a child at home.
I delight in those giddy conversations that drift carelessly, then linger expectantly. I like new ideas, a well-constructed essay, exploring almost anyplace by bike, skiing, coaching Ultimate Frisbee, and sneaking down to Ocean Grove for a quick dip before sunset.
And I like doing. TV sports bore me. I harbor little interest in crossword puzzles, lounging poolside or discussing prices. Too many places to discover, projects to complete, strangers to meet and closets to clean (yes, I DO love cleaning closets!)
If you ever catch me playing a video game, understand I'm doing so ironically.
I'm truly happy. This wasn't the case in the first two years following divorce.
I don't do drugs, gamble, drink to excess or cheat. Tempting as it sounds, I don't send photos of my genitals to strangers. I only write LOL when I'm laughing out loud. Yet I'm no Alan Alda: I've got an edge. I'm an ENFP (Myers-Briggs), meaning I strike up conversations with strangers, tear up at schmaltzy shows and am ever-ready to try something new.
Jewish identity is powerful for me, though I'm hopelessly agnostic. I love ritual and connection to generations past and future ("L'dor va Dor"). I get farklempt watching my kids (who attended Jewish Day School for years) become Bar and Bat Mitzvah. Prayer sadly does little for me, yet I enjoy occasional visits to shul (after a half-hour you'll find me schmoozing in the hallway), and making Friday night, at least, Shabbat.
The Holocaust plays an outsized role in my worldview and sense of self. My parents are survivors, still healthy, and are an integral part of my life. My grandparents were victims, yet have been with me every day.
I'm drawn to women who are doers and achievers: in careers or family or volunteer work or parenting. Curious, restless minds, coupled with warm hearts, a sense of adventure, ambition and some quirkiness tossed in. Brains are a major turn on.
One last thing: I will read every word of your profile. If I contact you (or write back to you), it isn't just because I liked your photo, though I did. It's because you intrigue me.