SAF seeks laundry mate

Went on a date last night with Alex. I met Alex at the parking lot outside the docks where I teach sailing. Was funny cos I was in my foul weather gear, with an ugly sweater on, and my yankees beanie cos it was cold as hell that morning. He smiled and said, "Good Morning". I replied, hello.
"I've never seen a woman in fishing gear before"
"It's sailing gear. I teach sailing here"
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Three minutes later, I discover, he's from New York, lived here for the last 20 years and still hasn't gotten rid of his new york nasal. Kinda sexy. I let him ask me out for a drink later that day. This was the day after Eddie and I split.

Last night's date was ok. He's blunt as hell, which I like and although I'm attracted to him, I feel like holding back. I liked the fact that we were laying our cards out there. He doesn't know what he's looking for- which I think is frank enough. Sometimes a wife sometimes just fun. Depends on the woman. Then I had to say what I wanted.

I used to say i didn't know what I wanted but I know what I don't want. I think I've managed to move beyond that a little over the years. And I think it would also suffice to say that this definition is amorphous and changes as life goes on. I came up with this:

SAF seeks mate for laundry, grocery shopping, coffee on sunday mornings, cuddling while watching espn, someone passionate about his profession, intellectual but also crazy on the dance floor. Have an eclectic taste in movies and understand also a girl's need for chick flicks. Be comfortable in awkward silences and enjoy the moments of strangeness. But most of all, love sundays in pjs, coffee and the new york times. Persons looking for instant marriage need not apply.

How does that sound?