I have been single for about 3 years now. Love is one of the most beautiful things god gave us. Some people I talk to have never been I'm love before and some of them are even married. Well I'm looking for that lady to love, being loved with, share love and make love. There is nothing better in the world. When 2 people find that special love, everything is fun. Going places, restaurants, movies, or whatever, just coming home to one another in the evening, cooking a meal together, sitting around the fire, or having coffee in the morning. It's not easy to find. I do want to share my life with someone special. I don't want your money and I don't need your money, you can't buy love. I am super affectionate and loving man and I must have the same from you. I want honesty and will give you the same. I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings. I'm not into that.
Things I like: boating, pools, beaches, lakes, walking playing racket ball, working out, bicycling, bbqs, love to give massages, anything outside, I gave up snow skiing, it was to cold, younger women cause you are more mature then us men at least 10 years. I dont watch T.v. but when I do I like seinfeld, everybody loves Raymond, history channel, and a few other comedies. As for movies, romance, comedies and true stories.
Dislikes: hunting, Italian women- they are to mean (just kidding I'm Italian), smokers, arrogance, liars, don't want e-mail talkie. If you want to meet me, fine, e-mail and i will give you my #. But I'm not a computer geek.
I recently got back from Florida an Costa Rica. It was beautiful and warm. I love the beach. I took my bicycle with me to Florida, road everywhere. I had fun and met a lot of new friends from all over U.S. and Canada. I'm a warm and kind man, always ready to listen to what anyone has to tell me about themselves, it makes it easy to meet new people that way and they seem to respect you for it.
A little bit about myself & where my heart is: I'm a marine. I'm a Vietnam guy and I'm not a nut case, I have all my marbles. Just kidding. I love to joke about anything so people can get a laugh, and I try to do it in a way where it never hurts anyone's feelings, I'm not into that kind of laughter. Anyway, I never talk about Vnam much but I have to tell you a little story, then maybe you can see if I'm the type of person you might want to have around you. My base camp in Vnam was outside a city called Da Nang, about 7 miles from China Beach. We had no liberty there because of the danger, but during the day when I had time off I would sneakout walk or catch a jeep ride close to the beach and go swimming, usually with another marine. Well about 1/2 mile from the beach was an orphanage run by Vietnamese Catholic nuns who were immensely under staffed. Well I'm catholic and could communicate well with them. Anyway, I started taking the little orphans to the beach to swim. They loved it and me. They had nothing and nobody, it broke my heart everytime I had to go back to my camp. I would love take 8-10 of them to the beach. They only waded to their waist. Anyway, a little guy, 2/1/2 years old, became attached to me like he was my son, he's left foot was partially amputated and his parents were both killed in the war. It got to the point where he would not let the other kids get close to me when I would first get to the orphanage. He would run into my arms and start telling the other little kids to get away. I couldn't understand what he said but i know he told them to get away from me. Anyhow, I told the nuns I was going to try and take him back to the U.S. I went to my 1st sargent and told him the situation and he said in a nice way, no. He said it would be impossible. I was not married and they were not letting G.I's take anyone back to the states. This was 1969 and war was not over till 1975. I tried to stay another 6 months in Vietnam but it was denied and it was time to go back to the world. That's what we called the states, the world. On the last day in Nam, I went to the orphanage and told the sister in charge that
they denied my request to bring back Hom, that was his name. She told little Hom the bad news. I told all the kids their goodbyes and I began walking away from the orphanage and all I could hear is Hom, screaming an crying. But I had to keep walking. I was crying just as much as that little boy was. That was the hardest thing to do in all of my 19 years of my life. I'll never forget that horrible crying and screaming. I hope he made it. I prayed for his well being and His life. I knew in my heart god took care of him.
Well that story took a little longer then what i expected, but over the years, taught me to appreciate life so much more, I can't put it into words. I hope someday i get back there, Vnam.
Well thanks for listening, I guess if you got this far you at least liked my story. I could write a book. I hope I meet that special person and I hope you do to.
The little girl on my shoulders is my granddaughter. She and my daughter live with me at the present time.