About

I’m that guy.

I’m the pleasant, intelligent, gregarious, middle-aged fellow you met at the party. I’m the guy sitting at your poker table. I’m the one telling mediocre jokes at the weekly status meeting. I am every man over 45. I also embrace my complexities to keep my own rationalization hamster spinning in his little wheel.

I’m the guy who drinks too much after work, smokes too much during work, and tells little of his private life to an endless stream of new colleagues because of new contract employment gigs.

I’m the patriarchy of mediocrity and diminished expectations.

I’m the credit card debt load and the mortgage crisis. I’m the last one to collect Social Security if there’s any money left.

Too young to be a Boomer, too old to be Gen Xer, I’m demographically irrelevant.

I have no kids, no television, no car. I ride my motorcycle too fast.

I have an ex wife of over 10 years and an another ex wife whom I left two years ago. The first ex and I never talk. The second ex and I still talk and exchange emails. She’s not from this country.

Her youngest son could very well be seriously mentally ill.

My health is questionable but I look like I am in good shape.

I use online dating ruthlessly and have become the very definition of “dated briefly”.

My home is in South Florida where I live in a very modest apartment two blocks away from the Atlantic ocean. My second ex-wife and her adolescent son live in a nice community with good schools to the west of me. I still help her financially.

I have learned Charisma and practice it when there is enough beer in my system.

With a public blog entitled “The Private Man”, irony abounds.