I am like Barton Fink transported to Miller's Crossing : "The life of the mind - - - it ain't all gravy." I am sure that I can be helpful to a kind woman somewhere in some way, who in return indulge my need for hand-holding, cuddling and sleeping together with some part of our bodies touching each other. I am pretty sure I don't really need anything else. I really don't think I have a meterial desire in the world. Although L love portable music when I am by myself. The headphones make it sound like it is coming from INSIDE my head, I have never gotten over how amazing that sensation is, since I first put a set on my ears when I was sixteen. And almost never does anyone that I want to be with want to hear the kind of music I want to hear. I tell my lovers this up front, and when they do not insist on trying to be 'tolerant' we end up staying lovers for a lot longer. Besides, when I am with my beloved, mere music does not compare with the sound of her breath, the swish of fabric as she walks, the amazing way she says almost anything (excepting of course the annoyances and disappointments I inspire in her - but these tend never to last too long anyway if you know what I mean). I love Torah, though, and I am willing to accept any amount of unpleasantness should a frum woman take a shine to me and insist on me shaping up. I have these strange ideas about observance and its mystical repair of the universe - okay, maybe just my universe, maybe just me and mine. The ideas come from a kind of mystic place inside of me, but outside I am not so much different than anyone else. You know the joke, the same as other people only more so. Peace and more peace, that trumps everything and I am certain Hashem looks at things the same way. Like my friend used to say, The Holy One is not nearly so religious as religious people are. Meaning no disrespect, mind you, but I have a good feeling about this, and when I feel good I act better and I treat people better and I listen to my wife and she loves me like nobody's business. You think?

Funny, Intelligent, Laid-back, Loyal, Quiet, Witty

Art Appreciation, Concerts, Hanging out with friends, Intimate Conversation, Movies, Museums, Music Listening, Nightclubs, Reading

Cycling, Theater, Travel, Walking

Bird, Cat, Dog, Fish, Other, Small Mammal

R and B, Soul, Techno/House, World Music

Chinese, Indian, Jewish Style, Mexican, Middle Eastern, Thai, Vegetarian

English

"What I'm looking for" it says. Well, it is like this. I really, really cannot imagine more bliss than cohabiting with a woman who I rhapsodize over every single area of flesh with, and she does not tell me that it just is not true and so imply I make things up just to get on her good side. When I love my wife, every side is her good side and I want to be on that side as close as halachically permissible every chance I can. I am not like an idolater that fetishizes some ideal like some poncey Greek philosopher who theorizes about beauty and symmetry and harmony and aesthetics - BAH! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and if I be holding her it is because she is beautiful and rocks my ever loving world. If you (the woman in question here) are able to look at me a certain way and you sse me turn to butter from all the way across the room, then you can be sure it is YOU who are "What I'm looking for."