A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Mann Suche eine/n Mann
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Ich kann sprechen
Englisch, Spanisch
Ich würde mich selbst beschreiben als
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.
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Erscheinung & Situation
Mein Körpertyp ist
Durchschnittlich
Meine Größe ist
5' 8 (1.73 m)
Meine Augen sind
Braun
Meine Herkunft ist
Kaukasisch, Europäisch, Hispanic/Latino
Mein Familienstand ist
Verwitwet
Ich habe Kinder
Nein
Ich möchte Kinder
Nein
Meine beste Eigenschaft ist
Beine
Körperkunst
Würde nicht einmal daran denken
Mein Haar ist
Salz und Pfeffer
Ich habe ein oder mehrere folgende Haustiere
Hund
Bereit umzuziehen
Ja
Status
Mein Ausbildungsgrad ist
Universitäts-Abschluss
Mein derzeitiges Dienstverhältnis ist
In Rente
Meine Spezialität ist
Kunst / Musik /Literatur
Mein Job-Titel ist
U. PROF. & RN
Ich verdiene im Jahr so viel
Mehr als $150,000USD
Ich lebe
Alleine
Zuhause
Es gibt keinen Lärm
Ich bin Raucher
Ja - Aber keinen Tabak
Ich trinke
Nein
Persönlichkeit
In der Hauptschule war ich
Klassenclown
Mein soziales Verhalten ist
Aufmerksam, Freundlich, Comedian, Flirtwillig, Offen
Meine Interessen und Hobbys sind
Essen gehen, Lesen, Kunst & Handwerk, Lernen, Musik, Filme, Internet, Spiele, Tanzen, Theater, Reisen
Meine Vorstellung einer tollen Zeit ist
Mit Freunden ausgehen, Versuche neue Dinge, Filme, Schlafen, Ein Buch lesen, In ein Museum gehen
Ein ideales erstes Date wäre
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Ich wollte immer schon versuchen
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.
Meine Freunde beschreiben mich als
Jemand, der sie sein wollen
Ansichten
Meine Religion ist
Atheist
Ich besuche Gottesdienste
Nie
Mein Ziel im Leben ist
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.
Mein Art Humor ist
Überspitzt homosexuell/Tuntig, Clever, Trocken / Sarkastisch, Mysteriös, Scharf, Sadistisch
Geschmack
Im Fernsehen sehe ich mir Folgendes gerne an
Ich habe keinen Fernseher
Wenn ich ins Kino gehe, sehe ich immer
Romanze, Drama, Erotisch
Wenn ich mir Musik anhöre, höre ich immer
Klassik, Blues, Jazz, Stimmungsvoll, Folk
Wenn ich lese, lese ich immer
Auto-Biografie, Biografie, Klassik, Gesundheit, Geschichte, Heim & Garten, Anleitungen, Philosophie, Bezug, Poesie, Romanze, Erotisches
Meine Vorstellung von Spaß ist
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
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Was findest du attraktiv?
Esprit, Flirtwillig, Seltsamkeiten, Kühnheit, Sensibilität, Einfühlungsvermögen, Tolle Fähigkeiten, Nachdenklich, Intelligenz, Passivität
Wonach suchst du?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Nach welcher Art Beziehung suchst du?
Freund, Date, Vertrauter, Verpflichtendes