I'm not talking about love interests. I don't consider that so much of a goal per se.

I was referring to work or personal achievements. If I haven't achieve a goal in a while then I'm not working hard enough. That doesn't lower my confidence, it just lights a fire under me to work harder or try a different method. Eventually, VICTORY WILL BE MINE! Muhaahaa!

Apparently I seem to think 4-6 years between relationships is about right.

Any goal I achieve feeds my confidence toward the next, bigger goal.

Occasionally this. ^^^

If I'm really into a great guy, I can blow them up in my mind as probably being out of my league. I don't worry about it though, cause it just feels that much better if it turns out they actually like me.

I'll take one of these. ^^^^

It all depends on whether it feels like a fuzzy puppy or stele wool on my lips. We ARE talking about facial hair here...right?

Some might say that the chances increase in a career that offers a greater opportunity for temptation, like show business, political positions etc.

But I believe that while someone with a disposition for cheating might be better able to control themselves given a lack of opportunity, someone who would NOT cheat won't succumb no matter how many tempting opportunities are thrown their way.

I know right? My first reaction was to pull myself out of my rocker and hit him over the head with my cane.

First of all, I know from experience that I can fall in love with the idea of him. I can love many things about him that I learn through long distance communication. I will never believe I've fallen in LOVE until I've spent time with them in person and let nature take it's course if it's going to.

But once I've fallen in LOVE, how far will I go?

ALL THE WAY BABY!

You don't say?

No, I guess you didn't.

<---43 and not at all "old". I am certainly not looking for an "old man".

I can only speak for myself, but I enjoy being with a somewhat energetic man who is also not going to sit in a rocker because some whippersnapper thinks 40 is old.

But I don't date kids, only other 40-somethings who still enjoy being kids sometimes.

Seriously though, I find different things attractive in different people.

But an amazing smile is always a winner.

De meanor?

I prefer de nicer ones.

Here's two in one for ya.

One year when my Birthday rolled around I was working the late shift at a sports bar/dance club. I'd been seeing a man who had just moved to the States from Russia six months before we met. I guess we'd been dating about three months at this point. Because he worked days and I worked nights, we compared schedules every Sunday night to find time to spend together each week...so he always knew when I was working.

The night of my Birthday, some girlfriends hatched a plan with my boss to kidnap me from my work shift to take me out drinking. My boss snuck my friends into his office from the back entrance and called me in on some bs or another. When I walked in, my friends grabbed and blindfolded me so I couldn't see where they were taking me.

Once we were standing in a crowd of screaming women in a place with loud dance music, they took off the blindfold to reveal I was now at the vip table of a all male review dance show with other friends already seated and shots on the table. So I laughed at my goofy friends, drank my shot and ordered a drink.

So there I was, not really my thang, but enjoying my friends and the show nonetheless, when there's a pause in the music, the stage clears and a man announces that there is a Birthday in the house as he places a chair in the middle of the dance platform. Yep..they drag me to the chair and the music started. I think I'm about to die of embarrassment already when the dancer who is gyrating behind me and getting the crowd riled up steps in front of me with his back to me and is now shaking his money maker over me while straddling the chair.

This is where everything turns upside down...because he turned to face me and it was none other than my new boyfriend giving me a lap dance. I almost fainted.

In the end I'm not sure if I was more embarrased to discover...especially in that particular way...that my new guy had been freelancing as a male dancer behind my back, or that he had witnessed me being a participant in a Birthday lap dance at a male review show.

He was a professional and finished the show while I sat there staring into the crowd speechless. Needless to say we had quite a talk later that night.

An important debate against my #1 competitor was hampered by a wool skirt that kept riding up my thighs from a severe case of winter static cling. I would have liked to have had a podium to stand behind, but all I had was a metal desk to stand next to, so had to keep pulling it down or risk a peep show for the panel and audience. Hard to appear professional while arguing with your wardrobe as adamantly as the opposing team.

The username Spicy may not help you avoid them. I understand that you're a chef, but the men the word spicy appeals to are not reading profiles if they're playing a numbers game here.

I only do hair, makeup and squeeze into formalwear a couple times a year.

So if I posted one of those picture here, it would have to come with a warning or something.

Objects in photo may appear messier in real life.

Thanks to yesterday's mountain hike, I just spent a little extra time on my yoga mat and foam roller today, then took a few laps in the pool this afternoon. It's been a while since I just laid in the sun...nothing's more relaxing than the sun warming tired muscles. Ahhhh!

I'm not going to neglect myself and the direction of my own life in order to date...just for the sake of dating.

I've never been one to date just for a good time. I want to have those kind of good times with someone I can see myself being with in a long term commitment...not just so I'll have a date on Valentine's.