I found him relatively late in life. I guess I had to kiss a bunch of frogs first. Now we have an incredible home on the Chesapeake Bay, and when we're not working, we spend our time on crusades to explore our world and the people in it. Or, as is more often the case, hanging around the house and laying on the beach.

He's of pragmatic Midwestern stock. I'm a romantic Southerner. He's the cook. I'm the dishwasher. He's the think-before-you-leap type. I jump right in and get my ass burned in the process. He thinks a toboggan is a snow sled. I think it's a woolen cap one wears when snow sledding. He watches the budget. I blow every penny I have. He's all Hairspray and Jackie Brown. I'm all Gladiator and Jaws. He's a Virgo Rabbit: the creamy, calm center. I'm an Aries Tiger: the raging fire at the Earth's core. Somehow we make it work. Hell, that's probably why it does work.

We're both no-nonsense guys who (kinda) know what we want, and, more importantly, know what we don't want. We appreciate the sublime in life, and love to eat up every good thing that comes along. Especially if it's a Dairy Queen Heath Bar Blizzard or an exotic mixed drink.

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