I’m free, open, and alive. Also active and sometimes too cerebral. I like to think I am smart, but I also feel there is so much I don’t know. And yet, finding out stuff is what propels me. That and humor. I love pondering the large questions of life, as well as the inane minutiae. I love ideas and the intellect, but I still feel senses rule, and that love and goodness are really all that matter.
Writing a profile makes me feel way too serious (which is often not how I feel at all). So I’ll just state a constellation of things I love: people who are honest and funny and deal with real stuff. A beautifully crafted sentence. Twilight, when the final rays of the sun are striking a pediment in Manhattan or a single leaf on a tree. People who love their families. People who ask questions. Van Morrison. Dreadful puns. New York City. Schubert impromptus. Hiking until sunset. Election Night 2012. Coltrane, Miles, Peterson. Swimming. Bicycling through foliage. George Eliot. All-day walks in New York. Albert Brooks. Out-of-the-way second-hand bookstores. Credence Clearwater. Celebrating half-birthdays. Underdogs. Rock with a melody. Get Smart. Edward Hopper and Red Grooms. Making lasagna. Alkan’s Barcarolle. Stimulating people. The Frick. Reading to my kids. Debs. Exploring an ancient ruin. A good hat. A good hug. Janus Joplin. Maya Rudolph’s impersonation of Scott Joplin. A Bach or Biber violin sonata. People who fight for what’s right. A really good kiss. Pistachio ice cream. Anticipating something marvelous.
So what am I looking for? Someone who is honest and funny, smart and confident (though vulnerabilities welcome). Quirky is good. So is zest. Curiosity a must. Down to earth, but with a touch of wanderlust. Possessing opinions, but open and tolerant. Feminist yes. Compassionate and passionate, with an appreciation of the intellect and tactile pleasures. And must have a heart. If I've left something out (and surely I have), let me know.