Bossadorado, 72

Let's see... I'm tall, with a mop of greying hair that on good days is well-behaved and stylish and on bad days looks like Einstein in a high wind. Smile lines around the eyes, cheerful demeanor, given to outbursts of enthusiasm. Still playing coed soccer with players half or even a third my age: they like having me on the field as I give them hope for their own futures! Remnants of a British accent, especially in the presence of marmalade. Writer, fingerstyle guitarist, now engaged in carving endangered alphabets. Who knew?
Seeking a woman in a million: well-read, energetic, attractive, funny, working on something that makes the world a better place, capable of great conversation. Half partner in crime, half co-voyager on the expedition of the mind.
I'm told I'm warm and kind; I'm also told I'm a really good kisser, but I suspect that says more about the kissee, and what she has brought to the moment.
One confession: I like Marmite. I know, it's a substance that is covered under many toxic waste treaties, but when you're born in England you have a natural immunity.