Yonas58: Like seeks like for partnership at all levels
Non-Smoker with Average body type
Montreal, Quebec
70 year old Male, 5' 10" (178cm), Other
Caucasian, Libra
Yonas58 is actively seeking a relationship.
Masters Degree
University instructor

I am Seeking a Woman For Long Term
Needs Test Not Completed Chemistry View his chemistry results
Do you drink? Socially Do you want children? Does not want children
Marital Status Single Do you do drugs? No
Hair Color Mixed Color Eye Color Brown
Do you have a car? Yes Do you have children? No
Longest Relationship Over 10 years How ambitious are you? Very Ambitious
Pets No Pets  

About Me
Seeking companion for
A Journey of Marvels
Catch Me If You Can

Let me right away cut to the chase and say I'm a gentleman, the real deal, which isn't to say of course there isn't in me also a good measure of "guy". Generally speaking, whatever the situation or circumstances, the rationale for my being involved (I would like to believe) is to be of help and benefit to others. A man for all seasons, if you will. By nature (and choice!) I’m inclined to giving people the benefit of the doubt, and so I will assume you too, dear reader, are not just a "gal" but rather, also, a loving, loveable, lady, possibly even a muse, one who is already, or might soon be, my beloved muse.

I’m in my late sixties, remain ever-aware of being ever-aware, or, as the ancient God put it to the Israelites, "I am that I am". If pressed for a more user-friendly description, I think I probably come across as your garden-variety kinda guy in his mid- to late fifties (assuming of course the hallway mirror isn’t distorted! :)) still trying to do well with/by his life. So it is, then, that I, aforementioned gentle-man, find myself at this juncture in time drawn to Her (great movie btw), or someone like her, that is, a lady possessing (in order of priority) some or all of the following:

• above all true to herself; reflective
• trim, wholesome, upbeat, happy
• bright, savvy, sincere, soft-spoken
• +/- 56 to 66, +/- 5'4" to 5'10", +/- wph
• kind, gentle, gracious, demure
• literate, having poetic sensibilities
• Gemini, Libra, Sagittarius, or Leo

A little more now about myself,and what follows is the copy of a profile I posted on one of the better-known online dating sites, one that in my view unreflectively, somewhat insultingly, refers to itself as the "Slough of Despond". This name, I hasten to add, is actually my own rendering of the site's actual name, a name which I have often considered to be disrespectful and in poor taste. (I emphasize “often" because there are times when I’m inclined to view the actual name of the site as insightful, inspired even, but that interpretation is probably missed on most people. Can you figure out now which site I’m actually referring to here, also do you recognize the source from which I borrowed the substitute name? :).

I have an intellectual side, but it's broadened, deepened, by everything the world of sights and sounds and flavors and scents has to offer. I love discovering and re-discovering nature in all its shapes, colors, tastes and sounds—e.g. savoring sushi followed by a plate of poutine downed with a coke, then ending the whole repast with morsels of the godly staple, dark chocolate; marveling at expressionist art accompanied by Glass' minimalist compositions; delighting in the exploration of every exquisite bay, gully and inlet which together forms the topography of your lissome frame, dear reader :). And then there's gazing upon articulate flowers, whether these be smiling at me from quaint backyards and balconies in Old Montreal, or else wildly-freshly sprung from roadside embankments far up in the Laurentians, rooted there for a season whilst I—cloud-hidden and whereabouts unknown—trek the trails, linger by lakeshores, stroll among the scented pines. Then too there's the poignant soundtrack of an epic film tugging at my heartstrings while the silver screen narrates yet another wondrous tale of how the good, the true, and the beautiful prevails finally against all odds.
[Note to reader: Originally this part of my profile continued a little longer, but site administrators, given editorial prerogative, decided I could extend my profile "Description" no further than here. Could it be they were thinking, "Enough is enough!"? :). But look, if you really want to know how this part of my profile ends, then please ask me to send to your personal e-mail address a copy of the uncut version. I'll be happy to do it.]

Adding now to my wish list, the organ(ic) appeal of the theme from Phantom of the Opera, or the pulling-out-all-stops for a choral rendering of Ave Maria. And then of course there’s anything composed by the ever versatile Franz Shubert! While we’re at it, anything that gestures from the stage while hiding behind the two classic masks of make-believe.

Rounding out worldly propensities, I need make mention too of my love of puns and stand-up comedy, the delights of vaudeville and burlesque, the antics of commedia del arte, the compelling versification of Shakespeare; last but not least, all manner of pranks, jokes, buffoonery, the better to deflate all those, myself included, who at times take themselves too seriously. lol.

No less than the air I breathe, the aforementioned sustain my world in its varying trajectories dedicated to consolidating true enlightenment and liberation from suffering. Surely now you are asking: But what IS this enlightenment ? Well, it’s the enlightenment of the original Buddha; the enlightenment of Alan Watts; the enlightenment of Ken Wilber, and, what the heck—the enlightenment of Walt Disney, including at times also qualified insights from a personable shrink, each one yielding up a glimmer/glimpse of the wondrous and inexpressible.

Such then is what I aspire to, nothing less. Will you join me for a distance on this journey of marvels, if not for the destination then for the ride (while the "destination" vs. "ride" distinction still obtains.

Hope you'll contact me if you resonate to a goodly amount of the above.


First Date
A “First” Encounter

A first date would allow for spontaneity and a kind of enlightened détente, that is, it would be conducive to the deliberate, conscious acceptance of remaining completely unguarded and vulnerable with someone who appears newly. Not heedless or anything like that, just not having any guards up to begin with, not being too savvy for one's own good! :) Defenceless (Defence-less), if you will. Seemingly fearless because one knows, deep down, that one really has nothing to fear, that in fact there is nothing (no-thing), or no one, to fear. We already know ourselves, and so of course from "Hello" we know the other well beyond the parading of the psychological self. Little trace here of embarrassment, apology, or false humility. Nothing creates awkwardness between us. Indeed, neither of us has an interest in maintaining or upholding the appearances we might otherwise think to portray outwardly. No trace here of conscious pretence, rather the spontaneous play of two beings coming together in this moment and place (shadows within ourselves were dealt with long ago). Soon the encounter becomes the mutual joy and pleasure of coming to know and recognize (re-cognize) ourselves in the other. Resonance is now our currency and means of exchange.

After "Hello" we might sit or stroll about in gentle surroundings, exploring common ground, remaining sensitive to where we resonate with one another. We might pause at some point in our promenade to imbibe libations, all the while offering and giving way to wit, banter, laughter, find ourselves listening now to one another with calm attentiveness, then imperceptibly find ourselves engaged in a congenial exchange of coherent (well, mostly coherent) thought and sentiment. No trace here of struggling to express ourselves. Speech arises effortlessly, devoid of self-consciousness, removed from awkwardness, with less and less of "me" and "you" and more and more of "we", our unique individualities nevertheless intact, in no way faded or diminished. The opportunity to heighten poetic sensibilities and so to express ourselves from a source within us that taps into our best, this now arises without constraint. Love sonnets lie poised on our lips.

At some point it feels as though we are connecting at a heart level, feel we might well have met before. No telling where this might lead. For we are now as old friends come together again to further explore from where we left off. Night begins fading to light, and then, adieu . . . until this journey resumes and we again make of our two the one we always were . . . and always are.

Gifts Received