Date men and women from California, United States. A Little About Me:
I’m a retired 67-year-old man who lives in the Santa Cruz mountains with two cats. Is the cup half empty or half full? I think the answer should be more about the contents and its quality, less about the container. Does it satisfy your thirst, warm your tummy, give you an “I’m OK, you’re OK” feeling? I’m OK with exchanging notes, and I think sitting across a table with you and a cup of coffee will tell us more about each other in five minutes than a week of back-and-forth email notes.
I’m a medical transcriptionist and technicaal writer, now retired, andcontinue to serve our community as a volunteer with the Santa Cruz Public Library.
I live in my own home in the mountains with a little clutter, most of which is almost in its place. I was a single parent, raising my son from age 5 and my daughter from age 14, while working at IBM and commuting five days a week over Hwy 17. After that, I enjoyed a second career for ten years as a medical transcriptionist at Dominican Hospital.
Who I am hoping to find:
For now, a companion, a pal, a friend ... someone to walk with while exercising, to enjoy a movie, or dinner, or breakfast at our favorite restaurant. Almost any activity is much more enjoyable when shared with a friend.
My "perfect match" should be able to listen carefully, so that she can appreciate subtle hints of humor as our talks together progress. She appreciates the brevity of my written word, preferring to have a direct experience of our spoken words together. I have had previous experiences with online-type dating services and found myself putting way too much energy into exchanging volumes of text, only to discover a mismatch at the first meeting. If this sounds like something you can relate to, we can spend our first meeting together talking and let our eyes do the real communicating.
I’d just like to add:
I walk in the morning at Henry Cowell Redwoods Park, preferring the road next to the meadow, where the deer and coyotes play. I am Northern European (i.e. Irish, German, and Scottish) and, as family legend would have it, a little Native American (i.e. Algonquin, a New England clan).
Five years into my second career, I decided to renew my interest in stamp collecting, so I’d have something to do during all the “quiet time” I expected to have upon retirement. The retirement arrived four years ago; the “quiet time” has not yet settled in. Building my stamp collection proceeds somewhat slower than my ability to gather new stamps for it.