| About | Occasional Smoker with A Few Extra Pounds body type | City | Montreal Quebec | |
| Details | 76 year old Man, 5' 8" (173 cm), Non-Religious | Ethnicity | Caucasian Aquarius with Gray hair |
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| I am Seeking a | Woman | For | Talk/Email | |
| Needs Test | Not Completed | Chemistry | View his chemistry results | |
| Do you drink? | Socially | Do you want children? | Prefer Not To Say | |
| Marital Status | Not Single/Not Looking | Do you do drugs? | No | |
| Profession | retired professor & writer | Do you have children? | All my kids are over 18 | |
| Education | Some college | Do you have a car? | Yes |
Relationship
Intent Alyosha is looking for a relationship. |
Relationship History The longest relationship Alyosha has been in was over 10 years long. |
Interests
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About Me
May I?
May I offer you
the bread of comradeship?
The salt of truth?
the wine of deep remembering
...and the courtesy of my heart?
And this other poem of mine suggests what I hope to find in a relationship:
PASSING THE SALT
The thing is, we've none of us found the stranger yet,
with whom to open the perfect conversation.
Faces we take to be unknown, glide
into sly familiarity, the warmth of once particular skin,
phrases that appeal to us now
because they did then.
There are things we still haven't said.
That we are frightened sometimes,
though there's no reason for it--because
there's no reason for it. And,
in a certain tone of voice, "I love you."
It takes everything to say "I love you"
in just that way, as if it were nothing
--'Please pass the salt,'
or a belch in easy company.
Again and again, behind some face
that pretends to be new to us
there lies hidden that other
to which we answered dutifully once,
"I love you,
too." The face of an aunt who died young
of self-pity or an uncle
who rested his hand on your shoulder
and left it damp to the bone.
Or a lover, known, who became unknown.
But still we believe in him or in her
and whisper, "Come. Feel free. Speak,"
in voices that haven't yet grown familiar even to us.
We believe in the stranger's inarticulateness
as we believe in our own.
Which of us has learned already to speak?
May I offer you
the bread of comradeship?
The salt of truth?
the wine of deep remembering
...and the courtesy of my heart?
And this other poem of mine suggests what I hope to find in a relationship:
PASSING THE SALT
The thing is, we've none of us found the stranger yet,
with whom to open the perfect conversation.
Faces we take to be unknown, glide
into sly familiarity, the warmth of once particular skin,
phrases that appeal to us now
because they did then.
There are things we still haven't said.
That we are frightened sometimes,
though there's no reason for it--because
there's no reason for it. And,
in a certain tone of voice, "I love you."
It takes everything to say "I love you"
in just that way, as if it were nothing
--'Please pass the salt,'
or a belch in easy company.
Again and again, behind some face
that pretends to be new to us
there lies hidden that other
to which we answered dutifully once,
"I love you,
too." The face of an aunt who died young
of self-pity or an uncle
who rested his hand on your shoulder
and left it damp to the bone.
Or a lover, known, who became unknown.
But still we believe in him or in her
and whisper, "Come. Feel free. Speak,"
in voices that haven't yet grown familiar even to us.
We believe in the stranger's inarticulateness
as we believe in our own.
Which of us has learned already to speak?
First Date
Since I'm not looking for anything romantic, our first contact wouldn't be a date but the chance to get acquainted in an open, trusting way...
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To send a message to Alyosha you MUST meet the following criteria: Age between 45 and 66. Must not have messaged users looking for intimate encounters or sex. Must not be looking for Other Relationship Must not be looking for Activity Partner Must not do drugs |
| 60to70 | Aloysha...Jerry...you have been a godsend. I connected with you without any big problems and you have been a ray of more than sunshine. I only wish I could see you. I have had men friends often and you are just one more valuable male friend. |
| solitudinous | Someday this guy and I are gonna to sit at a table in a little cafe in Montreal and he'll teach me how to look at women, even if it takes a few days. (Your testimonial is too short it needs 31 more letters, in order to be saved. - PoF) |
 | A photographer of the minds eye. The film mulled with heart as the world goes by. A man sits with Polaroid optics, capturing the essence in people topics, portraits set with flashes of his mind, vignettes fixed in time, compendium of life's mysteries. behold what his eyes can see. He is a friend with wisdom to share. Thank You for just being there. Huggggggggggggggggerrsssssssssssss |
 | Alyosha is one of the formative mentors of the poetry threads. Many of us were taken under his wing as fledglings. He is always writing recommending new posters, and encouraging others to post on their thread to give them feedback and confidence. He is a loyal friend, an observer of mankind, and an ardent lover of womankind. He loves movies, singing and cooking, and of course, writing. Don't hesitate to befriend him, you'll be glad you did! |
 | With the heart of a spiritual bear, here is one of the most wisdom blessed creatures on the planet, I can only think that every one who comes into contact with this artistic and creative man is touched by an angel! Always a pleasure to discover and rediscover his beautiful art and words! Alyosha I find that each message you share with those of us who have come to appreciate your intelligence and also the excitement in the quality of your prose and its perfect execution are always in awe of you. |
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