A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Mand Søger en Mand
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Jeg taler
Engelsk, Spansk
Jeg beskriver mig selv som
What Tenn Thought of My Bedroom.......MY age: 72.
On a foggy eve in the fall of '80, I caught a glimpse of Tennessee Wms. under-reaching for a bottle of gin off a shelf at a liquor store on Geary Blvd. Dressed in the habiliment of a 19th-century Greek mariner (curly-hair wig and all), I was rapidly trotting to a disco on Polk St. Sans much consideration, I went to him, and handed him the bottle. "No need to thank the kindness of this stranger", or something else of that corny ilk I uttered to him. He was taken aback timidly by my "high" countenance & out-of-place costume. We sallied while he shopped and paid for snacks. I asked if I could walk with him to his destination, Colony Hotel. Upon reaching the foyer, he asked if I would visit with him. Lying to him, I stated that I was on my way home to feed "Mugger", my golden retriever. When Ten Ten and I entered my cottage, I showed him to a seetee and later handed him a highball glass with ice. He inquired where the spiral staircase led to; I responded, "to the ballroom." "Ballroom? May I see it?" I toured him into my inordinately decorated bedroom, alight with five honey wax candles in glass and wooden lanterns that cast arabesque silhouettes against the carroty bamboo ceiling. The ersatz tapestries (thumb-nailed quilts) quivered in the cross-breezes as we heard Muddy Waters' blues emanating from a neighboring cafe. He raised his eyes to look upon an embalmed Sicilian owl and Caucasian mouse perched on a rosemary branch above my German-made bed. Tenn was further roused by the scent of blooming orchids I cultivated on a portable fountain on the deck overlooking the steeples of twin churches. He seemed nostalgically transported; closing his eyes and dilating his nares, he came closer to me and said he felt akin to being in the presence of the Moon Lake Casino. He asked to lie serenely next to me and experience pillow talk between us. No longer am I this quixotic lad, neither are you a gallant poet. Nevertheless, I pine to be visited by a very mature "man of letters"; a gent steeped in sublime sensuousness with whom I can explore The Arts, intimate conversation,voyeurism, and perhaps physical expression. Tennessee gave me hours of delight. The other side of joy is that it is too frequently followed by crawling periods of grief, over what is lost.
On a foggy eve in the fall of '80, I caught a glimpse of Tennessee Wms. under-reaching for a bottle of gin off a shelf at a liquor store on Geary Blvd. Dressed in the habiliment of a 19th-century Greek mariner (curly-hair wig and all), I was rapidly trotting to a disco on Polk St. Sans much consideration, I went to him, and handed him the bottle. "No need to thank the kindness of this stranger", or something else of that corny ilk I uttered to him. He was taken aback timidly by my "high" countenance & out-of-place costume. We sallied while he shopped and paid for snacks. I asked if I could walk with him to his destination, Colony Hotel. Upon reaching the foyer, he asked if I would visit with him. Lying to him, I stated that I was on my way home to feed "Mugger", my golden retriever. When Ten Ten and I entered my cottage, I showed him to a seetee and later handed him a highball glass with ice. He inquired where the spiral staircase led to; I responded, "to the ballroom." "Ballroom? May I see it?" I toured him into my inordinately decorated bedroom, alight with five honey wax candles in glass and wooden lanterns that cast arabesque silhouettes against the carroty bamboo ceiling. The ersatz tapestries (thumb-nailed quilts) quivered in the cross-breezes as we heard Muddy Waters' blues emanating from a neighboring cafe. He raised his eyes to look upon an embalmed Sicilian owl and Caucasian mouse perched on a rosemary branch above my German-made bed. Tenn was further roused by the scent of blooming orchids I cultivated on a portable fountain on the deck overlooking the steeples of twin churches. He seemed nostalgically transported; closing his eyes and dilating his nares, he came closer to me and said he felt akin to being in the presence of the Moon Lake Casino. He asked to lie serenely next to me and experience pillow talk between us. No longer am I this quixotic lad, neither are you a gallant poet. Nevertheless, I pine to be visited by a very mature "man of letters"; a gent steeped in sublime sensuousness with whom I can explore The Arts, intimate conversation,voyeurism, and perhaps physical expression. Tennessee gave me hours of delight. The other side of joy is that it is too frequently followed by crawling periods of grief, over what is lost.
Underskriv
Stenbukken
Udseende & Situation
Min kropstype er
Gennemsnitlig
Min højde er
173 cm
Mine øjne er
Brun
Min etnicitet er
Kaukasisk, Europæisk, Latinamerikansk
Min civilstand er
Enke
Jeg har børn
Nej
Jeg vil have børn
Nej
Mit bedste karaktertræk er
Ben
Kropsudsmykning
Ville ikke engang overveje det
Mit hår er
Salt og peber
Jeg har en eller flere af disse
Hund
Villig til at flytte
Ja
Status
Mit uddannelsesniveau er
Universitetsgrad
Min nuværende ansættelsesstatus er
Pensioneret
Mit speciale er
Kunst / musik / litteratur
Min jobtitel er
U. PROF. & RN
Jeg tjener så meget på et år
Mere end $150.000USD
Jeg bor
Alene
Hjemme
Der er ingen støj
Jeg er ryger
Ja - men ikke tobak
Jeg drikker
Nej
Personlighed
I gymnasiet var jeg
Klassens klovn
Min sociale opførsel er
Observerende, Venlig, Komisk, Flirtende, Uadvendt
Mine interesser og hobbier er
Spise til middag, Læsning, Kunst og håndværk, Læring, Musik, Film, Internet, Spil, Dans, Teater, Rejser
Min idé om at have det sjovt er
Være sammen med venner, Prøve noget nyt, I biografen, Sove, Læse en bog, Gå på museum
En ideel første date ville være
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Jeg har altid villet prøve
EVERYTHING SEXUAL THAT'S NOT POTENTIALLY DANGEROUS. TEACH ME TO SUCK, E. G. IF I HAD 2 CHOICES, I'D SELECT A SOAP-SMELLING, U/C PINK CORONA/RIDGE.
Mine venner beskriver mig som
En andre gerne vil være
Synspunkter
Min religion er
Ateist
Jeg deltager i tjenester
Aldrig
Mit mål i livet er
FINDING LOVE W/A WHOLESOME, LIGHT-COMPLEXIONED, HIRSUTE,GENT FROM ACADEME(arts/humanities). BEST RAPPORT W/EUROPEANS & CARIBBEANS. I SWOON W/CONCUPISCENCE WHEN EYEING RED PUBES ON A FLESHY, SOAP-SMELLING CROTCH. ALTHO I'M NOT SHALLOW, I'M ATTRACTED TO AESTHETICS. THE ENNEAGRAM #5 IS THE GELID INTELLECTUAL; UNFORTUNATELY THEY OFTEN GRAVITATE TO ME---PERHAPS BC OF MY HI I. Q. HOWEVER I VIEW LIFE THRU MY HEART, NOT MY(UPPER) HEAD.
Min form for humor er
Banal, Snu, Tør / sarkastisk, Obskur, Fræk, Sadistisk
Smag
I tv ser jeg altid
Jeg bryder mig ikke om tv
Når jeg går i biografen ser jeg altid en
Romantik, Drama, Voksen
Når jeg hører musik, lytter jeg altid til
Klassisk, Blues, Jazz, Ambient, Folk
Når jeg læser, læser jeg altid
Selvbiografi, Biografi, Klassisk, Sundhed, Historie, Hus og have, Gør-det-selv, Filosofi, Opslag, Poesi, Romantik, Erotik
Min forestilling om hvad der er sjovt er
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
Leder efter
Hvad finder du attraktivt?
Morsom, Flirtende, Særheder, Skaldethed, Følsomhed, Empati, Dygtighed, Omtanke, Intelligens, Passivitet
Hvad leder du efter?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Hvilken type forhold leder du efter?
Ven, Dato, Intim, Forpligtet