I'm looking for a woman to make a man outta me and who will then let me act that way around her. Does that make the least bit of sense?? I hope so.
As you can see above, the 1st item in my list of Interests is a woman who loves her own femininity because I find that very attractive, indeed! A gal who likes to act kind of dependent and soft and maybe even a little acquiescent and/or deferrential in the presence of her guy. I'd find that utterly charming and I'd cherish it in her! I love women, anyway but I really love 'em when they like to play it soft and gentle and a bit vulnerable.
Having said all that it would also be fabulous if she could hold her own, intellectually in a group of people, maybe friends of mine, who might be having a lively discussion about something. Jeez!, I don't want much, do I?!? Hee, hee!
I can be a very gooey romantic in the right circumstances,....flowers, flowers everywhere for my lady fair! Hands held and doors opened, etc.,....all rather chivalrous and gallant. I'm up for that!
If, after some time has passed and we've begun to learn about eachother, she were to show up with a few drinks in her and be a bit tipsy that would be okay so long as it was a fairly rare occurrence. But, if the lady were to make a habit of getting tight I'd probably become a real pain in the ass about her maybe having a problem. I'm a recovering alcoholic with 12 years uninterupted sobriety under my belt so my antenae are perhaps too sensitive when it comes to that kind of thing. It could bring things to an end.
This is my religious affiliation, by the way. Far more agnostic and spiritual in nature than anything else. It's said by some of my friends that "Religion" is for people whe don't want to go to Hell. "Spirituality" as it is practised in most 12 Step Recovery programs is for people who have already been to Hell and don't want to go back, again!
As far as aspirations go I'd like to be about 30 lbs. lighter, own lots of classically styled cool clothing and shoes, annual mid winter runs down to Mexico,..... I'd love to get back on the stage, both as a jazz vocalist and an actor,....make a couple of albums and play a few annual jazz festivals,....I'd like to max out my earnings and in so doing be able to grow my investments,such as they are,....I'd like to be a valuable and positive influence on some young minds(provided they're well mannered and not obnoxious brats).
I've no photo so here comes a verbal description,....and I'm not going to pull any punches, either. At present I may almost as big around the middle as I am tall but I'm slowly working on that. I've a few physical disabilities and I've been on a kind of provincial pension for a more than a decade now. I don't work in any conventional sense of the word,....probably wouldn't have the stamina or the patience or the interest to hold down a 40 plus hour a week job.
I'm complimented, mostly by women on the following: I've got a great head of soft, silvery grey hair, big intelligent green eyes, nice expressive face, reeally good hands,(must be all the massages I've given over the years!), still a fairly nice little bum, nice legs and feet. Oh, yes,....apparently I can be quite charming, I've got character,....I'm interesting and entertaining, passionate about things and essentially an optimist, although I'm told I can be very hard on myself.
I'm a goood communicator as you can probably see by the writing style and ultimately with me, what you see is what you get and some people find that very refreshing. I'm a good man in a crisis because I don't panic easily and I don't shy away from people's pain. I have a fair bit of confidence in many things. Perhaps I'd have made a good doctor.
I believe I'd like to have a mate for life but the courtship would have to be a very long one, indeed. I'm not that confident! However,in the meantime, I'd love to take you in my arms from behind and brush your ear with my lips, bury my face in your hair at the base of your neck,......and then,:down: :down:
Americanos around 4p.m. at a Starbuck's or some place where they brew Italian roast,preferrably overlooking the water. Hopefully it's warm and we can sit outside and none of our friends pass by to disturb us.
Then when we feel like it we go eat dinner someplace inexpensive but with some decor and decent service,....perhaps Eastern European/Russian or instead Vietnamese/Thai.
Then, perhaps, if they're on we might go to one of those competitive Poetry contests they call Poetry Slams somewhere on Commercial Drive or barring that a play and/or some live gypsy jazz in the same general area of the City. You have some wine, perhaps and I either continue with the americanos or I've switched to tonic, cranberry and lime.
By this time we've hopefully charmed the heck out of eachother. I've complimented you on the beautiful dress you're wearing, hopefully without the plunging neckline this time because otherwise I'd have made an idiot out of myself constantly ogling your magnificent breasts all night,.....impossibly distracting, at least on the first few dates.
Perhaps you've touched my hair a few times because you really do love it's fullness and texture and the electric thrill of your stroke might make me visibly shudder. Your earrings and your eyes, magnificent. Your perfume, if you use it, very subtle but alluring!
You absolutely have to be up early next day or maybe I do and that's been understood since Starbuck's so there's going to be a definite end to this evening where we go to our separate corners/bedrooms,........ but it has most definitely been an afternoon and evening right out of the movies in terms of all the lovely and exciting "yes" signals we've been giving eachother.
A little before the cab reaches your place when I'm not expecting it you reach your hand around the back of my head and kiss me because you know even better than me that I'm too chickensh*t to do it and you understand and it's okay. For the moment you can take some of the initiative. And besides, you've been looking at my lips half the night and, well you just had to!
The first kiss lasts a couple of seconds and the second one lasts about 20. When you pull back you're a little bit embarrassed by your forwardness and you show it. Utterly charming! I'm bowled over!
The cab pulls up to your place and you quickly get out and I watch you as the car pulls away. Then I notice the rose I'd given you about 4 hours earlier. The cabbie is smiling and compliments me on my excellent good fortune and taste in women. For once I don't feel much like talking so I sniff the rose.
When I get home you've e-mailed and among other things you've given me your availability for the next 2 weeks.