If you look at a smattering of words, thrown against the page, and run screaming, you probably aren't interested in talking with me. I've had people (lovers, bosses, colleagues) tell me that the secret to a happy life is saying as little as possible, condensing all your thoughts into a few bullet points, leaving out adjectives and relying only on short words. See Spot Run. I don't accept this--or at least I don't find it very desirable.

I love seeing color in the world. I love accepting the fact that I don't understand everything, and realizing that there is a strange pleasure that comes from accepting the fact that we're all just fumbling through life, trying to find an elusive spark of joy. I love the sort of communication that comes from being vulnerable and telling a total stranger the things that frighten me the most, because sometimes (not very often, but sometimes!) I meet someone who is just as vulnerable, and just as willing to admit it. When that happens, we end up leaving ourselves open to walking away from each other just a tiny bit happier, feeling a little bit better about the world.

I'm a real person, and if you get to know me, you'll know that I have many "red flags". I won't pretend to be someone I'm not, which means that it's unlikely that I'm who you are looking for--unless you find Red to be an interesting (dare I say enticing?!) color. No, I'm not physically dangerous. I'm not looking for a way to harm anyone, or to be hurt by you. Does the truth hurt? Does being honest and vulnerable hurt? Maybe. But if you're the person I'm looking for, we will hopefully find more comfort than pain.

I'm a middle aged (49) white American male with a full head of grey hair and a few more pounds on my belly than I'd like--but despite my "average" normalcy, I'm not terrible. ;) I've been told (and don't believe it, perhaps a symptom of an under-active ego) that I'm handsome... but I don't care all that much about that. I'm going to be in London (this time) just a single afternoon, night and the following morning. Passing through as I travel from a European trip back the US. I made sure that I could spend 23 hours in London, because the city--it's geography, culture, energy, people--excite me. But other than the logistics of travel, I have no plans. I'll be in London in the afternoon of Friday, November 15th, and spending just one night.

I want to meet someone while I'm in London, and do something. That sounds wildly vague, (or evasive?) doesn't it!?! I don't mean to be coy. I'm not posting here to suggest a wild night of meaningless sex. I'm also not trying to find someone who wants to stare at the roots of potato plants for 24 hours to see if they move a few millimeters. I'd love to talk to you before my trip, and then when I'm there, meet you for... coffee? dinner? a movie or theatre or late night walk around some place you find meaningful? Perhaps we would discover that we have a million things to say all at once and we stay up all night talking, or perhaps something more? Perhaps we find that we frustrate each other and we part ways and go individually to drink ourselves to sleep?

Tell me something true about yourself. Ask me anything you want to ask about me. And maybe we meet somewhere in the middle...