Date men from United States / California / San Francisco, 61 year old

Date single man from California, United States. I am a writer. I shall soon have my first book published and I need to get together with a woman who shares interest in this. I, in turn, am more than willing to share equally in your interests and passions.
I also love the outdoors and want to be with a woman who shares these interests.
No way I can write another three thousand words here, so let me give you an example of one of my stories:CAIN IS ABLE
You know, I never went over there….to that goddamned war……yeah…that one, the one that Nixon played dominos with. The one they offed Kennedy over, (amongst other shit). Yeah, day after….JFK’s body not even all the way cold, Lyndon �Baines’, (who thought up that middle moniker??), would have had me and every other eligible boy in this screwy U S of A up to his ass in some hot jungle place all the way round the world, havin’ not a thing at all to do with us.
Nope….never went there. Why? I had a speed freak friend who lived in a lovely-wretched basement apartment in downtown Troy, New York. He spent his existence in TRUE Marlborough Country. No dusty high plains with pink turning to purple sunsets over steep craggy mountains silhouetted black in the west; no John Wayne looking cowboys rough smiling through a cloud of smoke atop leather saddles.
Marty’s Marlborough country was ashtrays ….just ashtrays full of nasty butts….overflowing….. ashes on tables, chairs, ashes mashed into the already dirty green shag carpet to last the next 100 years.
Marty used to mix LSD with the best methamphetamine available, (and Marty’s sources for the latter were THE best). He’d pull that shit up into his syringe, (the cat already a thousand feet higher than the mountains in the TV Marlborough country, mind you), and look himself straight into his own eyes in his bathroom mirror, carefulcareless take hold of his left eyelash; then he’d stretch it out as far he could manage. Next he’d slide that needle up over the eyeball and ease the magic straight into his brain. INSTANT crazy aware, time-on-hold while it flashed fast as a perfectly shaped skipping stone a-way over the Pacific….maybe hittin’ Fiji, maybe not.
That was Marty Cain. Funny about his name. See, then the Biblical implications never occurred to me but looking back it strikes me hard, yeah and in some deep places. This was a beautiful guy, though the establishment had his skinny ass pegged as the devil incarnate; the last guy any upstanding housewife would imagine her teenage daughter hooking up with. Marty was the stuff of their nightmares. So he was murder to the �Abel’ establishment, though he was innocent too and �able’ in the sense that he knew the system and the ways around it.
Marty was twenty-two when I first met him. He was a drummer. Ginger Baker was his role model and Marty would have “Cream” records playing all the time as we chain smoked and talked.
But with Marty it wasn’t just the drug forcin’ the words out…….Marty had wisdom.
I was seventeen and it was late winter, I think February, with my birthday coming up in May. It had just turned 1968 and I was ripe in a hundred different ways. I could see light and lights like nobody, I thought. Colors swam for me, brooks….. rivers…. leading into oceans, dashing me onto smooth boulders all along the way and I didn’t care. I wanted more colors. Orange Sunshine.
There's more to the story, but this gives some idea of both my personality and the quality of my writing.

Meet a man from California, United States. OK-----what to say here: I'm looking for an activity partner. Looking for someone who likes taking walks at night or in the day, in most kinds of weather. Being physically active is healthy.
I like mystery films, the symphony, ballroom dancing. I jog, bike, and lift weights for exercise. My favorite food is Thai. A favorite thing is a weekend drive outside of SF where e traffic is light.
I believe in being kind to people. I try to take my time and not rush thought things. More of a savorer. My travel style is to see the local history and geography, and to try to local food.
I just turned 61. I am not old...no wheelchair or cane, just some crinkles. Lots of energy and I'm not slowing down.
I'm NOT sure what women are looking for..."the one" or "someone special." There are lots of special people out there. We have to communicate, compromise, accept our differences.
The thought has crossed my mind---what if I don't meet someone special? Then what? I would have to be happy with my memories I suppose. I don't know as I've never been 61 and separated before! Enough existentialism already.
UPDATE: it's a question, really. Maybe you have the same sort of question. WHT does Match assume that I l
"love" something, or that I'm "into" something? For example: they ask about the animals you like. I like animals...I like dogs, rhinos, birds, horses....I never said I "love" them. So then Match sends me some profiles and one of them say, "like you, she LOVES horses." Hello? I never declared that I loved horses. I like'em, that's all. They're beautiful. So I think Match is putting words in my mouth. Does anyone else get the same impression? That this system is maybe presumptuous? Often Match interprets us wrong. Interesting. Well, I guess it's all a roll of the dice.

Date someone special from California, United States. I have been living a very adventurous, intense and diverse life until now. I am calming down as I am in the very end of what I decided to be the last “radical” of my life/work experiences, that happened to be in Africa. I graduated architect but also studied and worked with mining, marketing/advertising, internet and real estate development. I feel that if I had to do a balance at this stage of life, I?d say that all my businesses and personal adventures, achievements, successes and failures in diverse places were my curiosity and my male hormones lead me until now, like Amazon Rainforest, south of Brazil, Europe and Africa, were memorable experiences but turned out to be secondary after the most important accomplishments in my life happened 25 years ago, that was my daughter?s birth and the contribution to the raising of 2 step children. Want to know how was my marriage? We loved each other but in my opinion we were struggling with each other towards emotional and professional self affirmation. I learned through 8 years that we stayed together raising 2 kids of her and one of ours that sometimes love doesn?t work forever if the two or one of the two have emotional things yet to solve. I also learned that the love to and of a child is forever. If you lose the love of your child, you?ll never find it in someone else or somewhere else because it is unique, un-conditional, un-reversible, un-transferable, un-comparable and timeless. I feel sorry for the ending of our marriage and our family but I consider myself fortunate to keep an excellent relationship with those 3 lovable grown up kids. I didn?t get pessimistic about marriage because no man is an island. I think the relationship between a man and a woman gets better as times goes by and you learn more and more about masculine-feminine universes and how to balance your selfish ambitions for professional success, power and other gender and ego?s illusions versus the happiness, successes and expectations of the loved ones involved with you in your family relationship. Through time one learns that nothing is more rewarding in life than to be part of a family harmony and happiness. That is why I am headed to marry again and form a new family. I feel mature to be available to make this my priority in life and even will consider a grace to have the opportunity to participate in another child conception, or even adopt/raise new ones . At 61 am I crazy or what? Although my ex wife and some friends say that I am crazy, my mother, my brothers, my daughter and my step children don?t, so with their support I am allowing myself to pursue my dream. Do I have the energy? I feel myself: in a very good shape; with a peaceful mind; I don?t have any addictions; I live a healthy life; I am full of energy and love to share. I did recently a complete and extensive physical, genomic and longevity evaluation at one of the most advanced clinics in the world: Dr. Terry Grossmann?s Wellness Center at Golden-CO. The results defined my biological age at 45 years old. I feel better than I was at 35. As bioinformatics, nanotechnology and genomics will extend health and life span exponentially next 2 decades, and I believe it undoubtedly will, I?ll have plenty of time to accomplish all my dreams, enjoying and sharing this wonderful life with my loved ones and hopefully with my new family. With you, my princess, at the center. The kind of woman you need to be? A crazy one, like me, to whom all this talk may make sense, meaning fundamentally that you know already how to balance professional/personal/ego?s ambitions with sincere devotion to form a new family. Even if this family happens to be just a family of you and me. What would you get from me in return? This must be said at a candle?s dinner, with a good wine, in a beautiful place of your choice under the moon?s light, just the two of us. Sorry about the English but I am Italian-Brazilian, so I am not a native speaker.

Meet a soulmate from California, United States. Adventure. Travel. Romance. Impetuous, energetic, creative type. Can be a lot of fun, too. I like you because you are smart, strong, and feminine. We are both good looking and others watch us as we walk by together.
Now that I have found you, I have dedicated myself to you and have no interest in others. We enjoy dates, ballet, dancing in the City. In the country, we hike and bike and watch nature.
We are past politics and have other, real things to discuss, such as where we want to go tonight.
We will make our own fun in life.

Date single man from San Francisco, United States. I have read daily since age 6, and host a very eclectic monthly reading group which has met for more than 20 years. In the last year I've read novels of Dorothy Dunnett, Angela Thirkell, Thomas Pynchon and Orhan Pamuk, letters of Flaubert and Bertrand Russell, philosophy by William James, mysteries by Ellery Queen and Gladys Mitchell. And far too many articles on economics in the London Review of Books, NY Review of Books, NY Times, Washington Post and The Economist.
I'm a serious jazz fan, with a preposterously large record collection, ranging from Louis Armstrong to John Zorn. I'm a frequent concert goer, and host monthly professional jazz concerts in my home. (Feel free to inquire.) I also enjoy opera, chamber music, and the symphony.
I'm an ardent bicyclist, mostly road, currently riding 100 miles a week, and I have an excellent tandem that could use a stoker.
Enjoy hiking and city walking. Lift weights twice a week.
Love black and white movies, screwball comedies, film noir, just discovering silents. Favorite directors include Hitchcock, Preston Sturges, Billy Wilder, Jean Renoir, Luis Bunuel, Shohei Imamura.
Guilty pleasures: "Deadwood", "30 Rock", "Battlestar Galactica", "Dollhouse", "True Blood".
I've been an actor, a rock climber, a preschool teacher, a late night radio performer, a jazz bassist, a bicycle messenger, an assembly line worker in a shoe factory, a member of a cardiac arrest team, a motorcyclist, a landlord, and a computer programmer.
I'm looking for a serious long term relationship, with a woman of exceptional integrity and authenticity who shares my passion for reading and good music, actively enjoys one or more of the same outdoor activities, and lives in or near San Francisco. Must be smart, funny, sarcastic, wordstruck, a connoisseur of irony, a closet idealist, ethical, loyal and libidinous. Must not regard "intellectual" as a pejorative.
I am, of course, thrifty, brave and clean, but alas, thoroughly irreverent: I cannot control the Raised Eyebrow of Incredulity around New Agers or Christians.