sunfeather

"Also this week, I had a vision of my life as inhabiting a high, wide, and rarefied, but completely arid plateau, characterised - since the end of my elongated student years and my initial nervousness in paid employ: since around 2004, let's say - by intellectual endeavour and professional confidence, by international travel and by deep, sustained and rewarding friendships, tempered with a possibly irreversible resignation to sexual loneliness, and by a systematic, and increasingly joyless destruction of my body and mind through alcohol.

"This plateau may be what they call 'middle age'."

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Oh, we have all this in common, Sunfeather, even the "elongated" student years, all except the alcohol and the "s" in -ize. But pretty much all the other . . . I wish someone would pay me to be an oversexed, hypereducated college student forever. I seem to be uncomfortable in my workaday, marriage-bound "stage." Even being with someone isn't being with someone. And an office is but a well-appointed tomb . . .

Well, I'm a good 10 years your senior, but would you marry me?

I can file papers tomorrow.

Cooking,
Ironing,
cleaning,
good day job,
handsome,
obviously brilliant
endless appetitel for eating out,
love letters
black hole soul

Boy, why hasn't someone snatched you up, already? And why does the Atlantic Ocean persist in marking such an ungodly distance? Your guesses are as good as mine.