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: Obviously the closer to York, Pa the better...kenchandler@excite.com .11-14-02... 9-18 7-30-02... 4-24-02/... .3-22-02.. 2-17-02 1-2-02... 7-20 .6-11-01... .5-7... .3-7-01. ..2-6-01.. . .... 1-5-01... Father just died. In process of inheriting rowhouse. ../, .,, .. I'm a lifelong bachelor with no kids and it would be fine to get married and have kids...... I want to know someone by either email or snail mail for a long while before meeting....... At this point in time my career is on hold. I am caring for a very ill father who continues to deteriorate. I'm an only 'child' so it's my present 'job'. I already have 'power of attorney' over his bank account and have to get his rowhouse signed over to me quickly to avoid inheritance taxes. That might be too late as it has to be done two years before he goes and I doubt if he has two years. My life now is many comprised of getting him to hospitals and medical centers..... When he goes I want to already know people..... Check my photo. I'm not ugly and I live mainly on skim milk and fruit in warm weather to keep my physique. I weighttrain whenever I can. ...... I absolutely despise promiscuity but I'm no religious nut.... .../// ... I am not 'wild' but I always did like to dance and go to beaches especially when my physique is at its peak. If you are embarrassed by your physique then I'm not the one for you. You don't have to look great, but you do have to look good. However many of the physique-concerned women I have met were too mannish and obnoxious. I like feminine women, not arrogant ones...... I am NOT a phone fan. When I was in my Astrophysics job I never even had one as I got little sleep as it was. Either write me at Ken Chandler po box 2372, York, Pa 17405 or at kenchandler@mailexcite.com.... I have the personality and one-woman loyalty of Paul McCartney yet, for some strange reason, I keep attracting Amazons and cold-hearted loose beauties..(I tend to attract better looking women than I probably deserve. I guess I get extra points for my height, chest/waist ratio and education)...... Amazons should be with football players and cold-hearted loose beauties should be with cold-hearted loose males..(They play in a higher, colder, less moral league than I do).... I can't get around much at present but think of me as a possibility for the future. My father may 'go' tomorrow or whatever.... My cousin's wife, when she met me, described me as a "Very non-threatening man" which finally explained some things for me..(Like why I get approached more often than guys who look better).... ........ ........ ... May add as I go ::: Why is it that the more attractive the woman the wilder she has to be? All they wanted to do was run around, run around, run around. I wasn't even into all that physically when I was a teenager. No, I'm not into scuba, skydiving, hanggliding, rock climbing and things like that. I enjoy dancing and dinner-theatre and beaches. And I am absolutely not into promiscuity. I had the more mental than physical mind of a physicist all of my life...... If you are into any of the following please forget me: drugs, golddigging, workaholicism, promiscuity..... .......... SYNOPSIS OF MY LIFE::: First 13 1/2 years::: Born near East River docks in Brooklyn. Underclass neighborhood. A real brain (i.e.nerd). Top Honors awards. Years ahead of my age in math, reading and everything else. All mind and no body. Always sickly. Small for age. Last one chosen for games and most disliked. Missed 8-10 weeks of school each year. Good Catholic boy back then. Only child. Both parents worked. Latch key kid from Kindergarten through High School. The Perfect Studious Nerd. At age 14 Columbia University invited me for special tour of campus.(My parents were into all this Ivy League nonsense but I wasn't impressed. They didn't create great SCIENTISTS, just lawyers, physicians, and businessmen. Back then they didn't even have bachelor's degrees in Astronomy/Astrophysics.).(Big state schools creat the best scientists but then the Ivy League has the money to hire them afterwards ).. ..... At about age 14 I physically changed tremendously. Grew over a foot in one year. Went from shortest to tallest. Parents took me to physicians to make sure I wouldn't be a freak. Suddenly very popular. First one chosen. (especially basketball, naturally) Girls liked me. Ugly Duckling story... .// ...,,// ,, ..... Hit the road at 15. Moved 200 miles from parents and in with a male cousin ten years older so I could go to a better high school for college. Parents had no money to help me. First one in my family to go to high school and to finish high school. . Worked through high school to get money for college. On Thursday nights I carried my luggage to the Greyhound. On Friday when high school got out at 3:15 I RAN to the terminal to get on the 3:25 bus for the 200 mile, five hour trip to NYC. Got off about 8:30 at Port Authority and took subway to parents home. Worked over weekend in NYC as they paid so much better than in Pa. Took bus home on Sunday nights and did my homework during the ride. Got accepted by every school I applied to. Received a lot of promises of aid but I never saw a dime and time was running out. Went to the college I wanted to go to (as everybody who was anyone in Astro went there as an undergrad). Had to work through. Parents had no money to help me. Had to also drop out completely every other year and work for a year to pile up out-of-state tuition fees. FINALLY became one of three remaining in the program to get my degree out of a hundred 'brains' who started (and they didn't have to drop out every other year). Mother got sick. Total paranoid-schizophrenia. Had to help her. Took off another 1 1/2 years to work for grad school money and to assist her. (When a family has no money the parents not only can't help the son, the son has to keep running back to help the parents). During that period I worked from sundown to sunrise and also took a full load in Engineering at a college two blocks away. Then watched my sick mother with my father. Got about three hours sleep a night. (Note: I carried an ulcer from age 17 until 33). Went to grad school. Worked through. Lived where I could as I could often only afford tuition and not housing. Quarter system. Slept where I could. Boarding house room. Dorm room. Observatory floor. Lounge couches. Closets. Once I lived in an abandoned trailer I found five miles from the campus in Florida a mile back from the hot unshaded 5 mile road. (Couldn't possibly afford a car. Didn't get car or license until age 28). Got own office in NASA Space Science Building on campus. Could sleep in there. Ate as cheaply as possible. Never a car or TV. In the trailer there was no furniture either. Sat and slept on floor. Had to periodically miss a quarter either because had to go home and help mother or had to work for money full time or both. Eventually got nice job doing spectroscopy for the NASA Copernicus satellite (Predecessor of the Hubbell). Finished graduate courses. Mother got sicker. Went back home. University and NASA kept asking when I'd return but my mother needed more care now. Mother eventually died. Then I get job as Director of an Engineering Laboratory of Engineers younger than I. I pile up money to return to grad school. Then my father gets sick. Since then I've just been taking care of him. He has been too week since 1993 to even use a bed as he can't get up again. He deteriorates in sudden jumps. He's reached the stage now where he can barely move from the living room (where he lives in his chair 24 hours a day) to the sink in the next room. Barely shuffle and in a daze from all the drugs. (Note: with me gone my parents, with both working, had been able to put a down payment on a rowhouse and my father finished all payments on it.). Now when my father dies I will have no parents, no brothers, no sisters, no kids, no ex-wives. Then I can stay here for a while, work and accumulate capital. Then, if I wish, I can sell the house and use it as a down payment on a fancier one somewhere..... ............ ........ I am NOT looking for email penpals. I'm not into email. I write to people just enough to keep in touch, certainly not every day. I'm just getting ready for when my father passes on and I can return to my normal physicist/engineer lifestyle. At the moment I can only get away for a few hours here and there during the day, usually to run errands. Just know of my existence until Im free. What I want is to have a family, not just a companion. That means marriage and kids in the future like normal people. (Why people marry and don't have kids is incomprehensible to me. That's like having a roommate.) kenchandler@mailexcite.com Kindness, consideration,compassion, empathy are very important in a woman (and everyone). I meet too many cold people. People who are TOO success-oriented are like reptiles. I'm no automaton. I'd rather be back in a factory job with a kind woman than back in a Physics/Engineering job with a success-fanatic woman who would drive me into an early grave. I've tried them. I got away from them. ..... I once got in trouble for forgetting to cash my paychecks. I'm not materialistic. I worked to get through college. I never worked for 'things'. It's who you're with not what junk you own..... ...... My problem with past near-relationships: A woman will go a while without a regular boyfriend because the guys she meets are either drunks, dopers, crooks, sex-crazed, short, fat, stupid, ugly, uncultured louts, cheaters,or whatever. During that time she piles up a lot of problems and fantasies. Then whenever someone acceptable finally shows up they seem to back up the dumptruck and drop them all on them at once. So after being worked half to death we leave. As I said to one woman, "You can't expect me to do hard sweaty physical labor on your property all day long and then suddenly become Lord Chesterfield at night! (At which point she answered without hesitation: "Yes, I can". ) Women rightfully complain about all the bad men out there but they don't seem to realize that good men don't want to be 'rewarded' by having a sackful of accumulated problems dumped on them immediately......... I've also had my fill of 'smart' women. They're obnoxious. I tried and tried to go out with them. It never worked. It's like going to a Mensa meeting of teenagers where everybody has to be on his toes at all times and not slip. Everyone trying to be smarter than the rest and afraid of not being smart for a second. Everything was always so 'hyper' when I dated female scientists or engineers. It simply wasn't any fun. It was all too serious all the time. It was more fun to go out with regular girls who wanted to have fun and not be serious. As one of my Astrophysics profs once said, "Real scientists DON'T go to Mensa meetings after doing higher mathematics all day. They want a REST! They watch Woody Woodpecker" Best girls I went out with were the ones who STOPPED me when I lapsed into my normally serious mode and just wanted to go out and enjoy themselves. (I had an ulcer from about 17 to about 33, I don't need another one)............. Some people photograph much better than they look and some people much worse. This is why I mention that I am moving around the Galleria Mall every Saturday afternoon. Lately its been 330-5pm and then I cross the street to Borders until 6pm. .,,... Lately Ive also been at Starbucks a few blocks away at the York Marketplace about 1pm to 3pm Saturdays just before going to the Galleria. ........... As I mostly take care of my father I sure wont be spending a lot of time on the internet writing back and forth. I think checking me out at your leisure makes the most sense. The Washingtonian reaches from DC to beyond Harrisburg, Pa in the bookstores..... : Now that the colleges have opened my schedule, whenever I'm not taking care of my sick father is: WEEKDAYS: PSU-York Library and weightroom 1130am-4pm, York College: By main screen in snack bar or at Library computers 930pm- midnight. WEEKENDS: Afternoons at Galleria, (Spencers, Gloria Jeans) and Borders Books.(leave 615 Sat., 515 Sun) Nights: York College. Check me out without my knowing it.,,, I like chocolate covered raspberry jelly candies, dark chocolate bars (I also mail them to fans in southern Indiana), Joyva Halvah, coffee ice cream, chocolate marshmallow ice cream, wafer bars, marshmallows, ................. ............ ............. Tuesday, January 9, 2001. >>>. Since my father died on Oct 19, 2000 I've been mostly loafing. Well, not completely. Back when I was the director of an Engineering Laboratory for a large corporation there was a strike of the union guys and we salaried guys were told to just show up and hang around. I came across a Writer's Digest in the guardhouse, saw that the man who drew the #5 comic strip in the country was looking for a writer, sent him some ideas, and he started sending me money on top of my Engineering check. So, whenever I felt like it I'd send him more ideas for more money. But, when my father got ill I stopped. Now I've been writing them again and will soon start mailing them. Then I will have more time to decide if I want to go back into NASA Astrophysics or Engineering or do something else. With no 'rent' I actually have things pretty easy. Rent is the number one thing that holds people back as it is the biggest expense of the month and, unlike a mortgage, it never stops. My utility bills come to $150/month and my food is under $150 so life is inexpensive for a lone person like me. I'm now just kicking back. I had spent years going to college full-time in Astrophysics while working full-time for the money to pay for it. Now life's a breeze..... March 6, 2001: For weeks now I've been at Sparky and Clarks coffee shop on West Market Street downtown almost every day before noon, staying for over an hour. I've spent $3,000 on eBay in four weeks on silly stuff. I've also been atStarbucks, East Market Street/ Marketplace every Saturday and Sunday just after noon, staying for over an hour.
