Dude, I’ve got 26 of ’em, nothing photoshopped, of all of what I do all over the world. I’ve had more angry old men sending me more angry nasty grams telling me who the hell do I think I am (an international adventure traveler, you fuckwit) than I can count.
Until- and there is hope, Sean- this older athlete (ten years younger) writes me a very funny email that said we should compare six packs.
Signs of Intelligent Life. Smart, funny, active, athletic, NOT INTIMIDATED.
Signs of Intelligent Life.
We’ve been writing for several weeks, comparing notes on springtime workout programs. I have learned to temper my enthusiasm, but I damned sure appreciate someone with a positive outlook, commitment to the outdoors, their own life/income/home/happiness, a sense of humor and a curiosity about the world, including having traveled it.
Hoping for too much? I don’t think so. At my age -67- I honestly don’t much care if I hook up again ever. But if it happens, well. Hell’s bells.
Better than cat’s balls.