Well. . . let's get the "physical thing" out of the way first: I consider my looks to be somewhere between a disheveled Sean Connery and a very cute Dennis Franz. Good luck with that one. I have nice eyes and a rugged look that belies my nature to some degree. I'm broad in the shoulder and narrow at the hip. . . you know, sort of a smaller version of Big John. I am a fine figure of a man for the age of 54 and you can rest assured I cut a dashing figure as I charge over the hill to do battle with the evil forces of Senility. Wearing only my lap quilt while armed with a tube of Ben-Gay and a box of jelly donuts. . . I rally my somewhat confused troops onward with the immortal battle-cry, "REMEMBER THE BUFFET AT LUBY'S!!!" At the risk of getting dangerously in touch with my "softer side". . . I'm really just hoping to meet someone that I can spend time with while we share mutual interests and discover new ones. I'm a firm believer in "quantity time. " Frankly. . . the romantic stuff comes easy. . . I mean, who DOESN'T like holding hands on a moonlit beach? The challenge is to maintain romance while doing the mundane. Should I stumble upon you in the kitchen cooking spaghetti sauce and the radio is playing "Unchained Melody". . . be prepared to slow dance. I'm not seeking a beauty queen, but someone pretty who is committed to staying in good shape, regardless of age, and enjoys "gettin' out and doin' stuff" along with the requisite "holding hands by the fireplace". . . should things develope in that direction. Of MUCH greater importance, a woman with a compassionate heart for others, especially children, and a strong faith in God. Should we be fortunate enough to discover that we are, indeed, "kindred spirits". . . I can promise you that you'll be delighted to make the acquaintance of a man who truly believes the ancient words: "Women hold up half the sky. "