4/4/2012 6:28:59 PM: This is my old profile, just in case someone's curious:   They say brevity is the soul of wit. Let's see if we can manage it. (Failed. Should have said 'Less is more'.) I'm male, single, in my early forties, and dominant. I'm intelligent, educated, employed, in shape and all those other good adjectives. (I'm humble, too.) I have a pretty wide-ranging (and unique) list of interests - I can quote Buckaroo Banzai or Hamlet, rebuild a carburetor (I know, I know - nobody uses them anymore), bench my own weight and/or make a pretty mean dry martini. In the past year I've been to Cancun, London and New Zealand. I own so many books I've run out of places to put them. If I had to sum up my philosophy it's two-fold: 'life is meant to be lived' & 'you do the best you can with what you've got'. I tend to a pretty powerful focus. This means if I'm paying attention to you, you will feel like the world revolves around you. It also means that if I'm doing something else, you will feel like there isn't even a universe unless you're doing it with me. This can take some getting used to. As regards the point of this site - I am much more into the D/s part of BDSM than anything else. The rest is just trappings. What I'm looking for is that moment of letting go, that point of release and surrender. The path to getting there is more interesting to me than anything else and, in my experience, every woman is unique and there is no 'fixed' set of steps that will work. Finding what works and what doesn't - what both excites and terrifies her - what she'll run to and what she'll run from - the entire interaction of getting closer and closer to those moments - for me that's the whole point and then, as the relationship expands, the trust, the control, the ability to excite or to curb - sometimes with just a look or with a word - that's when I'm most satisfied.I'm looking for something serious, something long term and something based on communication, understanding and trust. I'm not terribly interested in something short term and I have no interest in an online relationship, cybering, phone sex or any sort of 'long distance' relationship unless it's going to lead to someone relocating in a fairly short time. The women I find myself drawn to are attractive, intelligent and creative. I don't expect that to change. (Yes. This is less. I'm wordy. I do not slot well into a 35-character limited text messaging Twitterized world. You get used to it.)

11/20/2011 10:54:06 PM: Two things... First - No one can promise they'll never hurt you, because at one time or another they will. The real promise is that, in the end, the time you spent together will be worth the pain that sometimes happened along the way. Second - If you aren't just a little bit depressed, then you aren't paying enough attention to what's going on in the world.

10/30/2011 9:57:38 PM: After an extended hiatus, I've found my way back to this site. What happened in the interim - had a relationship that lasted several months and then didn't work out (there's a story there but I'll save it for another time), one of my dogs died, and work took a turn for the worse (although it's started improving). Overall, I can't say things have been superb. It's time for a change. I'm working on what.   Yes. I have mail. I'll be replying to it very shortly. It's taking me forever to catch up. As an aside - if you're interested in building a tesla coil, let me know. I've got all the pieces now.

2/7/2011 10:00:58 PM: Work is sending me to London tomorrow.   I've never been to London. I'd be excited except I'm pretty sure London in February isn't the ideal scenario.   Just for a couple of days - I fly back Friday.   Work is insane. Worked through the whole weekend.   Some days, it would be nice to have a break, y'know?   On the other, it's good to be employed in all this chaos.

1/24/2011 6:08:42 PM: Sometimes, it doesn't work. Late Friday, I got sick. Not that namby-pamby 'oh, I feel unwell' sick. The 'oh my God, everything I ever ate in my entire life is having its revenge on me in the most horrible way possible' sick. It was a seriously bad scene. So I spent the better part of Friday night/morning either thrashing around on my bed semi-delerious or stumbling around in a daze. Sleep was out of the question. So at about 4 AM I faced the hard question of 'do I go to Cancun or not'. I am a stubborn cuss. I went. Having to cancel two other trips in the past 4 months (for non-health related reasons) played a big factor. I was damned if I was going to cancel another trip. So I spent the better part of the weekend sick ina hotel room in Cancun. I got down to the beach maybe twice. I finally started feeling like myself sometime Sunday night. This morning I got back on the plane and flew home. I felt well enough to read a book on the flight (which ought to highlight just how sick I was). Oh. It was The Count of Monte Cristo, btw. So, I only vaguely recall most of my weekend, was desperately ill, and couldn't even eat any spicy food. Tomorrow, I go back to work. I am the only person on the planet who gets Montezuma's revenge before going to Mexico.   (As an aside, Cancun was lovely. Everyone was friendly. It had the potential to be wonderful. I'll have to go back sometime when I'm actually functional.)