Oh ffs. I know many many men who sit, evidently comfortably, with their knees crossed, or in an unspread fashion. One at least who actually does have significant tackle. My father (not the man in the previous sentence; for clarity, I do not actually have knowledge of the size of my father’s goods) generally sat with…

No doubt. But they’d do it for a while. I base this on the fact that my ex-husband, who is in many ways very similar to this guy (artist, teacher, smart, attractive, older) has no trouble getting very young women (his students) - for a while.

Well yeah. At that point all my interest in him vanished anyway. Who wants that? He was a musician (possibly nuff said there) and very much aware of his good looks as well. I should add that I was there because he’s also extremely smart and more than anything, smart’s my thing.

Exactly. The age demographic is way too narrow to generalize from, I think. I dated a Very Attractive Man a couple of years ago, and was rejected (no surprise, he was “looking for someone younger” who he could “guide” and “teach”; so that would never have worked out, but man was he hot...) But I had already had one…

Yeah, I’ve never met him, but that seems completely in keeping with my impressions of him. And really, you don’t even need to know that to not give a shit about his topiary dogs and such.

What exactly qualifies as celebrity? Anyway, I don’t have a worst celebrity encounter. I ran into James Coburn once (literally) and spilled his coffee and he was totally charming about it. Ok, that’s all I got...

I’ve always thought he would be, so that’s good to know. The man is awesome.

Here’s the thing: no one is attractive to everyone. But I firmly believe that everyone is attractive to someone.

My brother (he’s in his 50s now) has had glasses since he was 3.

Sapiosexual! I’ve never encountered this word before, but it is me - thank you!

A friend of mine died a couple of years ago; we used to play a lot of scrabble on fb, especially in the months that she was battling cancer, and for months after she died scrabble kept asking me “Do you want to start a game with Diane?” and you know, I really really did want to. Eventually I had to unfriend her to…

I don’t live with my fella, so we only see each other once or twice a week, but when he sleeps over, we go with right after dinner clear through to morning, basically, with naps in there to keep our strength up. I think in general, evening is more my time, and getting closer to morning is more his, but we’re both…

Haha, no and no! Meant to add that thirty seconds after closing time, the whole place is empty, we’re all outta there. It’s the life.

I read about these things and I think: who are these people? I have never lived in the business world, evidently. I’ve worked a lot in non-profits, where you care deeply about the work, and maybe work more than you’re paid for, but still manage to have a real life because the lines between work and life are blurred…

Although that may not be the world’s most reliable source.

Well, according to jonstewart.net, she went back to school to become a vet when he took over the Daily Show, and has worked at the Bronx Zoo, but now works in a vet clinic (or at least at the time of writing the bio she did.)

There’s really no such thing as humane farming in the present world. So, that’s a tough one.

I believe she is in fact a full-fledged vet.

Much of the time, as I recall, when out and about, one is obliged to feed the young in public toilets and other such insalubrious places. I mean, yes, chances are you’re not actually using the throne at the time, but what difference does it make?

I am happy to have the 24% increase in heart attack risk over the 100% risk of ongoing, lifelong misery. (3 years divorced after 30 years married; first year after we split was hell, but now I would say I have never been happier - though poorer. Probably never been healthier, too.)