Date men from United States / California / West Hollywood, 67 year old

Date a man from California, United States. I am:
Off this, look for me by my profession and as harry wolf, Reasonably intelligent and articulate, love to laugh, tall, kind, sensuous, affectionate, passionate, nurturing, energetic, able to laugh at myself. Love my kids, make beautiful buildings, like dialogue about ideas. Discerning eye, like living in beautiful, but not preciously so, surroundings. Appreciate the bounty of exceptional human accomplishment, in theatre, science, art, music, writing, and commerce. Like to read. Like contentment, serenity, sex is an important element of my life. Want to share that life with someone very special. Not 63, changed that to avoid those emails from women old enough to be my mother Actually 5 yrs younger than Sean Connery. Not religious, believe in sanctity of human spirit. Apparently like omitting personal pronouns on this thing!
She is:
Intelligent, lovely to look at, slim, great sense of humor, good energy, passionate, sexy, affectionate, loves to touch and be touched, love of life, thoughtful, articulate, keen eye for design, painting , sculpture, music, likes nature and urbanity, has a world view, elegant, has her own thing and does it spectacularly. If that isn't enough I'll think of more.

Meet someone special from California, United States. What gets me? Aviation, conversation, reciprocity, the surprise encounter that makes a difference.
On the last: Three of us were lost, cycling to Bratislava. I (think that I) asked a Slovakian woman for directions to a small town. She tried, but left us still puzzled. Suddenly she reappeared, took paper and pen out of her purse, and set her purse on the sidewalk. For the next 10 minutes she proceeded to draw he most amazingly detailed directions for the 40 km to our guest house. All because three guys in spandex were lost in her country. Lovely. That map has been framed and is passed from one of us to another yearly.
Travel: France April-September 2011 and then November-March. In May-June: four weeks in a small commune near Versailles, one week on a leisurely bike/barge tour of the Loire Valley, and one cycling the Alps around Nice and Monte Carlo. Oof! What I learned: (1) Don't let Guido pick the bike route, (2) there's a big difference between one week and six weeks when trying to get to know a place, and (3) living outside the center of tourism is a different experience. But then I got invited to spend August in the Rivera. I leaped on a jet before the hosts sobered up enough to retract the invite. Returned in September. The leaves on some trees were starting to turn then; now they're largely history till spring. Mistakenly decided to study French in Paris November - March 2012. The French classes in Paris were good. The weather - let's say not what this Southern California boy had in mind. However it's starting to warm up there now, and the Saint-Tropez hasn't got the tourists yet...