Long time no write. Curse you, FaceBook.
Having had a Grey Goose Gibson at dinner, I have had yet another enlightenment moment: I may be ready to allow a gentleman partner into my sphere of influence. (There was a nice clean one at the next table in a heavy silk shirt but he looked taken.)
I use the word "gentleman" loosely because as I pondered the requirements while looking out over Lake Washington from the window of my (current) favorite restaurant, it became clear to me that a bit of blue collar really would be welcome. You know, a Rhodes Scholar who worked his way up from the lower middle class.
Here is what I came up with so far, in no particular order.
- Accomplished. No grey ponytail who's spent the last 60 years "finding himself." Someone educated, professional, established, and filthy rich, but looking for more meaning in life now that he's made it.
- Few or no relatives. They really complicate things and I have a big batch already. Or, if he has relatives, they adore me.
- Spir-chul. He has to recognize and appreciate—adore would be good—my not-so-evident sainthood. Not too woo-woo, though. Crystals and Tarot cards need not apply.
- Prone to hilarity. Someone who gets why a poster of a giant perfume bottle with a hovering dirigible that says "Eau de Humanity" is funny.
- Has his own bedroom. Cuddling is fine but sleeping in the middle of the bed is finer.
- Comfortable with gas. This one is important as we get older and gastointestinal events are more common and less controlable. See #4, above.
- Doesn't expect me to move very fast. Or vigorously. He can participate in sports but he cannot expect me to do more than cheer him on. If I'm not busy.
I'll add more when I think of them. This should get you started looking. Oh, and he should be over 55.
