Hi. I'm Joe and I'm 54 years old. I'm looking for a woman with a great sense of humor who loves to laugh. I've got a great life with a great career and a wonderful house, but like anyone else, I want to share it with someone special. I'm a true gentleman who'll open the door, helps you with your coat, and does NOT ask that we go "halvsies" when we dine out (do guys actually get second dates with that approach?).
I like to dine out, go to movies, exercise (racquetball, disc golf or biking is fun) and more than anything else: I love to create. I write fiction, essays, poems, love photography, love graphics work, and I compose and record rock music in my studio. I don't have any encumbrances that I can think of (what many people refer to as "baggage"). I don't have any "drama" either (I promise I won't do Hamlet Act 3 Scene 1 when I'm on a date with you). Sorry, I don't have a Harley motorcycle. Or any other type of motorcycle.
I'm fortunate to say that I have many friends and a good family; however, I haven't posted their pictures here as I'm not comfortable with that. Other profiles post such pics and that's great; but I'd prefer to not. Just understand, I'm not a loner or a hermit.
I'm looking for a young heart with an old soul. Someone who can be outrageously silly or deeply profound, depending on the moment, and isn't afraid or unable to be either. I'm attracted to a woman who keeps her word, is feminine and loves to receive a compliment. Is it you? I don't believe in "fate" or fat little babies flying around shooting people in the butt with arrows. You have to go out and get what you want. So if I message you: that's why. I typically ask a question that proves I did, in fact, read your profile. I only ask one thing: if I message and you already know merely from this profile that you're not interested, please don't respond back. It's not really necessary to answer my question just to be polite. Thanks.
I've been on here for a while now, been on some nice dates, and I've viewed dozens of profiles. I don't expect to find a woman who shares each and every one of my interests, or that I share each and every one of hers. I believe it's an unreasonable concept that merely because there are large numbers of people available to us on the Internet we're all going to find that "perfect match" who shares each and every interest we have. I doubt that that's realistic. If you can find such a person, you're lucky, Internet or no Internet. But time is what reveals the truth about it, and you have to invest some of it. If you meet that person online who seems to have everything in common with you and spend enough time with that person, you may find that all of your shared interests mean nothing after all, because that person is still intolerable for reasons you never expected; however, if you're willing to explore the company of someone who seems to be a little outside of your box, you may find that even though you have some uncommon interests, it's irrelevant because there's magic you never expected to find. Just a thought.
One more thing: You have to get acquainted with me to get past the first impression. If you're the type of woman for whom a certain type of "look" is more important than the substance underneath, my height and my sexy voice may not matter that much. In which case: Ainsi soit-il. Avoir une belle vie.
Here's the Valentine's Day (eve) poem I put up on my Facebook wall, as an example of my creativity. Enjoy.
These verse are for the hapless dude
Whose romance is ineptitude
Wake up, dawg, I’ve got some news
Here comes advice you need to use
Tomorrow is a special day
“It is?” and “Huh?” and “What the hey?”
You heard me right, you moron you
VALENTINE’S DAY – oh no, you’re screwed
Unless you get up off your ass
And you get ready, do it fast
“She never did remind me that!”
There’s proof right there your head is fat
OF COURSE she didn’t tell you so
Because she’s wanting YOU to know
She’s a WOMAN, dim-wit lamebrain!
IF SHE HAS TO TELL YOU TO DO IT, IT AIN’T THE SAME!
Now look at what you made me do
The meter of that line’s askew
Oh well, I’ll get back to the point
Let’s go! You need to blow that joint
Log off and hit the shopping trail
With Uncle Joe you cannot fail
First thing you do is get a card
Hallmark only, you retard
They sell cards, they’re blank inside
The outside picture beautified
YOU will write the message – see?
“Say what? I can’t write poetry!”
Oh GAWD, you’re such a helpless fella
Lookit here, just write this stuff I tell ya
“All my futures, all my days
All my wayward, wandr’ing ways
Return to us, our love still new
For all my roads lead back to you.”
There now, that weren't so damn hard
Act like you wrote that greeting card
Now it’s off to buy a flower
Just takes one to feel the power
You don’t need to go hog wild
A long stemmed rose will make her smile
Then onward go to Macy’s, Tiny
Buy her something sparkly shiny
Don’t be cheap, I said you can’t be
You ain’t buying for your auntie
At least one hundred bucks you’ll spend
Oh geez, don’t whine, just pay my friend
Now there’s one more thing to buy
Candy, candy, makes her sigh
Dean and Deluca you must go
One and nineteen crossing Roe
Gourmet treats and sweets and eats
Makes Russell Stover’s smell like feet
They’ll put it in a fancy box
So that your V-Day present rocks
Then on the day, when mood is good
You sure won’t be misunderstood
“Valentine” is what you’ll be
As present all these presents three
And while you then are treated well
Remember what you then must tell
Simply that you love her so
Even if you think she know
So see? Joe saved your happy ass
V-Day now won’t be a crash
But this one thing you’ll also do:
Thank God she’s there.