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Maybe a decade ago a kid applying to colleges wrote the single best college essay ever. He did this amazing sendup, including such lines as "and I can leap tall buildings in a single bound," etc. It worked, too, at least in the urban legend version I heard. He got into Yale. Or maybe Princeton. Or maybe not.
Point being, it's tempting to write the collarme version of that essay and see who out there laughs. But, given the risk of finding a dominant who might say, "OK, go leap that tall building," perhaps I'll stick to the truth, maybe polished up here and there in time-honored personal ad tradition.
I am 52, single, known as intelligent and funny, fit (also in shape from carrying around several interesting pieces of baggage), a lover of books, The New York Times, hiking, The New Yorker, fond of most kinds of music but not particularly knowledgeable about it, a proud supporter of National Public Radio (I was a guest on "Wait Wait Don't Tell Me" once, and I flirted with Roy. LOVE Roy)....you get the idea. Standard-, issue left-leaning bleeding-heart Teva-wearing type..
I fell in love once. He was smart but not smug, funny, well-spoken, kind and appreciative of kindness, educated, a reader, played music, would have gotten a big kick out of going to La Fonda to hear Bill Hearne play (though we broke up right before we were supposed to go to New Mexico together, so....).?
I'm not interested in leading with the sexual side of all this. The sexual side of this makes me damned uncomfortable. That ain't life, it's pay-per-view. I'm living a life.?
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