Seeking partner for a JOURNEY of MARVELS (Catch Me If You Can!)
Let me right away cut to the chase and say that I'm a gentleman, the real deal, which isn't to say of course there isn't in me also a good measure of the "guy". Whatever the occasion or context I find myself in, the rationale for my being there, I would like to believe, is to be of help and benefit to others. A man for all seasons, if you will. In turn, from my side (while the concept of “sides” is still meaningful), and because I’m prone to giving people the benefit of the doubt, I assume that you too, dear reader, are not just a "gal" but rather a woman of substance, or, better yet, a lady, possibly even a muse, and eventually a beloved muse, more specifically, my beloved muse.
But returning to myself for a moment, I’m in my late sixties, am aware of being aware, and, as the God of the Israelites put it to Moses, "I am that I am". Now if pressed for a more tangible or material representation of myself, I'd say I probably come across as someone in his mid to late fifties—assuming of course the hallway mirror is not distorted! :) And so it is, you see, that I find myself at this time keenly attracted to HER (great movie btw!), or someone akin to this, that is, a lady possessing in order of priority some or all of the following:
• ever and always true to HERself; wise
• bright, soft, savvy & soft-spoken
• trim, wholesome, upbeat, happy
• +/- 56 to 66 y.o., 5'4" to 5'10"
• kind, gentle, gracious, demure
• literate with poetic sensibilities
• Gemini, Libra, Sagittarius, or Leo
As you may have guessed, I have an intellectual side, but it's broadened by everything the world of sight and sound, flavor and scent, have 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 that godly staple, that is, chocolate; marveling at expressionist art accompanied by Glass' minimalist compositions; delighting in the exploration of every bay, gully and inlet which, taken together, comprise the topography of your lissome frame, dear reader :). And then there's gazing upon articulate flowers, whether these be smiling from dainty flowerbeds in Old Montreal, or wildly and freshly sprung from roadside embankments far up in the Laurentian mountains, rooted there for a season whilst we (you and I)—cloud-hidden, whereabouts unknown—trek the trails, linger by lakeshores, stroll among the scented pines. Then too there is the recurring soundtrack theme of a grand epic film tugging away at the heartstrings as the screen simultaneously narrates a tale of how the good, the true, and the beautiful invariably prevails in the end.
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 being unguarded and vulnerable with someone new. Not heedless or anything like that, just not having any guards up to begin with, not being too savvy for one's own good! :) Defence-less if you will. Seemingly fearless because one knows deep down that one really has nothing to lose, that in fact there is nothing to lose. We already know ourselves, and so of course from "Hello" we know each other well beyond the usual clever psychological manouverings that ordinary relationships seem to thrive on. Here little trace of embarrassment, apology, fake humility. Here no more the throes of postmodernism at its worst. And here nothing at all that creates awkwardness between us. Indeed, neither of us has any interest in maintaining an image of what we imagine ourselves to be and want to portray to others. Here no trace of a game going on, but rather the play of two beings coming together. Psychological shadows within ourselves were dealt with long ago. Fairly soon the encounter becomes the mutual joy and pleasure of coming to know and recognize (re-cognize) one another. Resonance becomes our mode of exchange.
And so after "Hello" we might sit or stroll about in gentle surroundings, exploring common ground, remaining sensitive to where we resonate with one another. Pause we might for libations!me at some point in this promenade, all the while offering each other our best, giving way, easily yielding to wit, banter, laughter, find ourselves listening to each other with calm attentiveness, gradually finding ourselves engaged in a most congenial exchange of coherent thought and sentiment. Here no trace of struggling to express oneself. Speech and language arise effortlessly, devoid of self-consciousness,. less and less of "me" and "you" and more of "we" with our own individual distinctions never lost, in any way diminished. The opportunity to heighten poetic sensibilities and so to express ourselves from a source within us that taps into our best, arises. Love sonnets lie poised on our lips.
At some point it feels as though we are connecting at a heart level, that we might very well have met before. No telling at this moment where this might lead. For we are now as old friends come together again to further explore from where we left off.