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| Location: |
Citrus Heights California |
| Zip Code: |
95621 |
| Age: |
59, Taurus |
| Height: |
5 ft. 10 in. |
| Hair, Eyes: |
Salt and Pepper Gray, Brown |
| Body: |
Average |
| Ethnicity: |
Hispanic |
| Religion: |
Didn't Say |
| Politics: |
Not quite sure |
| Education: |
Some College |
| Income: |
$25,000 - $50,000 |
| Job: |
Full-Time Student |
| Smoke: |
Smoke Occasionally |
| Has Kids: |
Yes, not living with me |
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| About Me |
There are moments, oftentimes, where I find myself alone. I have a lot of friends, sure, and with my personality, friends come easy. But I can’t kiss my friends (well, most of them…), and I can’t snuggle up behind them simply to nuzzle the base of their necks and sneak a kiss—unless, of course, I’m really wanting to be slapped. I’d rather not get slapped.
I am a Widower; the last relationship after my wife had passed found her falling, and eventually marrying, a boyfriend of 30 years ago.
I am tired of being alone. I mean anyone would be tired of it.
I am articulate; we can discuss Einstein’s theory of relativity (BOTH of them), Darwinism vs. Genesis, oh… and a hell of a lot more if intelligence tickles your fancy. Yes, and there’s the sex that disappears when you find yourself single. You know, at 51 years of age, I don’t really need those funny blue pills to get me going? All I have to do is look at a beautiful lady and my imagination goes nuts!
I miss the ROMANCE most of all: the holding of hands as we stroll aimlessly through a shopping mall or a park, my stealing a small kiss from you simply to alert the world that I have in my arms someone so beautiful, and she holds me because she loves me.
In the kitchen, I am a demon; Dad was a Chef and Mom rocks also, and so you can guess where I got all my secrets from. Breakfast in bed, and after breakfast, we would lollygag the entire day away watching movies as we cuddle naked under the covers.
Now, I am Wiccan (Pagan), and therefore, most forms of Christianity and Catholicism would only serve for a volatile mixture. Of course if you are Christian, I really don’t mind—as long as I am not proselytized, and attempts at conversion are completely absent from our relationship. I’ve found that is easier said than done.
And so what sort of Lady am I looking for?
I believe basking in the charms of a beautiful lady is as close to Elysium as you are going to get. I insist on "unwrapping" my gift before we fall into passion; it reminds me that I have been blessed with this extraordinary woman I am proud who wants me only, and she would perhaps tire of my eternal adulation? She would be my beautiful lady, and I would know her because I’d probably die if I walked into a room and there she stood, scantily clad and smiling at me. I would do EVERYTHING in my mortal existence to make her happy and proud of me. She would be my Queen in the public eye, and everyone would be jealous of us as we come in and leave in each other’s arms; I would lavish you with praise and devotion the entire night. I would sing love songs to you, and I would protect you. The understanding, when it comes, that you are Mine will be met by a godling Furie of nails, hair, teeth and claws if that covenant is violated by ANYONE who intrudes upon us in disrespect, and in sore need of an attitude adjustment.
In private, she would sometimes initiate our love-making. She will be my temptress in private, giving me that languid and dreamy look as I fall so ravished by her enchanting beauty. Lingeree, garter belts, exhibitionist, little girl, my private porn starlet who will beg me to take pictures of her in unabashed abandon. And as I stand there helpless by her sexual advance, I would surrender, in no uncertain terms, to her sexuality as she wields it over me like razor sharp blades ready to strike.
You know, any woman can be like this, if she tried; I am looking for her.
I am a King without a Queen, and I would surrender my kingdom for the kiss of one so fair, and with the promise of our reciprocal devotion, we would forever be happy.
I send emails, and rarely do I ever send winks; it means I actually worked at trying to get your attention. Although I am flattered by winks, nothing will grab my attention more than a written something--even if it's to tell me you are not interested. If you have no photo, post one; you would not have liked it if you took a gamble on me and found out I was cross-eyed, morbidly obese, buck-toothed, and pimply... right? If there is nothing written in your profile, then to me it means you really don't care what I might think of you; first impressions are eternal.
Do I ask much? Of course I do!
But are you ready for the Ride? 
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| Want To Find: |
A woman ages 25 to 40 to date |
Interests:
I Like: |
Antique Shops, babies, Beethoven, children, cooking, cuddling, Eric Clapton, FAERIES, family, Fender Guitars, friends, holding hands, karaoke, kissing, Led Zeppelin, Live Concerts, lots of SEX, Movies, my band, New Age music, PDA, Rare Books, restaurants, Rocky's 7440 Club, romance, Science Fiction, Starbucks, strolling at the mall, the forests, the mountains, thunderstorms, travel, Wiccan, window shopping, Writing Fantasy |
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