My Ideal Person:
Someone who can give it and take it like a man.
Someone who can dominate me and be dominated by me at the same time but not admit it or ever show it.
Someone who is not intimidated by my obvious
level of excellence and incredible life and career.
Someone who wouldn't fall to pieces if I decided to go somewhere dangerous for a while, for example, Congo.

The prize at the bottom of the box.
The fountain of eternal youth.
My own personal knight in shining armor.
Happy days and the Fonz.
Ionesco wrapped in tin foil.
Burl Ives in a sumo match with Orson Welles.
Evil Knievel in a body cast. Hot amputees.
That hot blind guy on the metro who doesn't know I'm checking him out.

No lawyers, please.
After a recent experience, I have to re-assert my position on this one.
Really, nothing but trouble.

And whiners, well,
if you haven't experienced life in a third-world country, you probably don't really know how good you have it. Take a vacation somewhere besides Disneyworld and find out.

A pox on the yuppies, too. Someone on this site once said I fall into Class X. I will attest that while this is, indeed, a truism in some ways, it is absolutely not true in terms of my career and work. Suffice it to say that I am sufficiently Class X enough to take risks that others might eschew and to know that selling out is what usually brings on mid-life crises.

The real Class X types are usually living off of the handouts of their class-conscious family and more properly deemed Class X wannabes. I ran away from home at an early age. I'm a successful adventurer. Class X types or wannabes are usually loathsome moochers, fronting in a major way or just re-living some vague memory of a time when they knew what they wanted but sold it out for Crate and Barrel, Bath and Body Works and the lie of suburban happiness. That lie doth wear thin, indeed, after a few washes.

So, if you have an extraordinary life, profession, and/or multiple degrees and can pay attention long enough to have a real conversation with real two-way interaction, then please do email. Yes, I know talk is cheap, but hell, some people cheapen it even more by opening their mouths and vomiting forth syllables incessantly without pause to include the other in conversation.

This is a rather sardonic addition to my profile, I understand. Recent events dictate that I be honest about how I feel regarding the kind of person I'd like to hang out with as one only lives once and wasting time is wasting life.

I'm open to those with less formal education, but only if they have follow through and don't repeat themselves incessantly about how awesome they are or who the hell they know. I don't care who you know. I care about what you know. I'm not a snob, just someone who hates idiocy and self-inflicted mediocrity.

I don't have a lot of baggage. I have an education and a job daddy didn't get for me, have no children, and am not married. It is probably better if you have little to no baggage, as well, if you want to hook up.
C'est plus simple.

cheers!