Birthday 12/26/1959 yes I am a Capricorn.
Height: 6' 6";
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I have been asked so I’ll tell you a little about me.

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I love music ALL music. I play and write jazz. My instrument of choice is the piano. My majors in college were art and music and computer science. I have my own computer consulting company my company. A father of two boys. Enjoy hiking and walks on the beach,fishing and camping. I have been single too long. My greatest fear would be missing an oppertunity because of not saying how I felt or what I thought (never want to say if only I...). Tv shows I like are CSI, Monk, Psych, all three and NCIS. Love mysteries of all kinds. love live theater and live music. My all time favorite movie is "The Notebook". Love to sing and dance though I suck at both. I like skiing and sleding swimming and enjoying life. Theme parties sound like fun (ie pirate theme everyone dresses up like pirates or wenches). My favorite desert is Pumpkin pie. Favorite color is Blue or black. Like sunsets and sunrises. Favorite Car is a 1963 AC shelby Cobra but being so tall I dont fit too well I hate going to parties, movies, dinners alone. It seems to me that is kinda a couples thing. To know me is to read my poems. my poems


I am the youngest of eight, five brothers and two sisters (all teachers).

My mom was 5’2” and my dad was 6’4” I guess that’s where I get my height, 6’6”.



When asked who am I. I suppose each of us are a sum total of you we know and who we have met with a lot of how we were raised. I was four when my dad died at the age of 45, he was retired CIA. My mom had to work hard to raise five boys and two girls. That she did she found a job working as a secretary at the Catholic Church. Not much money there. She was young and very pretty though she never dated after my dad died. I was raised Catholic and went to a private Catholic school first through eighth grade. Two say the least when I got into public school I rebelled. Junior high through high school I hung out in gangs and with my bad boy friends. They’re thirteen of us and in my junior year all but myself died drug related deaths. I was tall skinny and very much an introvert. Never went to dances or games like the popular people did. When I started my first year in college I stopped dealing cause I couldn’t justify selling when I didn’t believe, at least for me, in using. The shy guy wasn’t working for me so I decide to go 180 degrees in the opposite direction. What did I have to loose? So I would just go up and ask a girl out that I didn’t know and to my surprise they agreed. I ended up in student government went out still adhering to my strong moral upbringing. I was in a band and cut a couple CDs. Don't get me wrong I love sex but I want love. I know your prolly asking that there is a conflict between lust, love and my moral up-bringing. I admit there is. Emotions are a powerfull thing. I love kissing and just about all Public Displays of affection aka (PDA). My fetishs: Women in high heels and short skirts. Love legs amongst other things.





In 2000 my mom died. A little about my mom and dads relationship.

detail of how they met:
Many, many years ago on a bus in Minnesota a pretty woman was on her way to Arizona, An army soldier seeing that the young woman was being harassed by three sailors, he proceeded to sit down next to her and sparked up a conversation as if they were best friends. They kept in touch for years though just letters a few hours on a bus started a relationship that would last a lifetime. The next time they met when he was on leave and they married. After seven children I was born. When my dad was 45 he died leaving my mom to raise us by her self. She never dated or remarried. Before she died at the age of 83 I asked her why she never dated or remarried. She said simply “ how could I am still in love with him and he is my husband no one else would do.” What a man to model my life by. In her eyes he was perfect. That the type love I am searching for, Undying and unlimited.