How about we… Try a new restaurant--new to both parties--and enjoy an evening of intelligent, fun, and relaxing conversation.
An awesome place I've visited:
The Giant's Causeway coastal, Northern Ireland, about six weeks ago. Rugged but spectacular and not overrun with tourists. Simply majestic.
My perfect Sunday:
My team on Foxsoccer--Manchester United (also my original hometown--a long run in the afternoon, especially if the sun shines, and later, precious time for reading.
The movie I've watched the most times:
I'm an old Hollywood buff, so I couldn't say. But I've seen Double Indemnity and Casablanca numberless times.
My life history in 5 sentences or fewer:
Born Manchester, grew up in Manchester, still love Manchester. I have lived in Holland, Germany, Italy, now here. I have liked some things about all the places I have lived, and wouldn't say any has been better than any of the others. Simply different, each with different things to offer. I love to travel.
My first concert / My dream concert:
My dream concert would be with the recently reunited Stone Roses--my hometown band, huge in England, legendary in Manchester, practically unknown, I have found, in the U.S.
Obscure knowledge I possess:
More than I probably need to know about classic European movies from the twenties to the sixties.
I have a weakness for guys/girls who:
Are not conventional. Not judgmental. Genuinely like having a laugh. Don't always see a guy as falling into one of two categories, 1) a possible long term romantic partner, or 2) not. Can be in the moment.
For me, a first date no-no is:
A display of condescension or narcissism, or any hint of superiority of attitude. An absence of humor. Prudishness.
What I would bring to show and tell:
My American passport, so my date knew I wasn't angling for a Green Card (because I'm English and it "shows"--like in my strong Manchester accent).
A story you should remind me to tell you on our first date:
The day I let my friend knock a nail into my head, just "for a laugh." I was only four, I should add. And I'm pretty sure not permanent danger was you. But you (i.e. the date) could be the judge of that.
I secretly want to be:
A National Geographic reporter, or else program announcer on TCM, or Martin Amis (only better looking).
I want to be with someone who wants to be:
Someone who wants to spend at least some of her time with me.
An infatuation of mine:
I like women in nice knee high boots. So shoot me--call it a fetish. I just admire a nicely styled pair of boots on an attractive woman. Where does that come from? No idea!
If I won the lottery and quit my job, I would:
Travel, and keep a travel memoir. It wouldn't matter of it was possible. Just to observe, and then to write.
One thing my mother would want you to know about me:
Honesty time. She'd say I have a tongue so sharp I could cut myself. But only sometimes. Usually I'm nice. Also I'm married, so that will bring the interest to a stop for most folks, I would imagine.
I want to come home to:
A home--which isn't the same thing as "the place you live." Not necessarily anyway.