A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Man Op zoek naar een Man
Algemene Informatie
Ik spreek:
Engels, Spaans
Ik beschrijf mezelf 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.
Sterrenbeeld
Steenbok
Uiterlijk & Situatie
Mijn Lichaamstype Is
Gemiddeld
Mijn Lengte Is
5' 8 (1.73 m)
Mijn Ogen Zijn
Bruin
Mijn Ethniciteit Is
Blank, Europees, Latijns
Mijn Burgerlijke Staat Is
Weduwe
Ik Heb Kinderen
Nee
Ik Wil Kinderen
Nee
Mijn Beste Eigenschap Is
Benen
Body Art
Ik zou er niet eens aan denken
Mijn Haar Is
Halfblond
Ik heb één of meer van deze
Hond
Ben je bereid te verhuizen?
Ja
Status
Mijn Opleidingsniveau Is
Bachelor
Mijn Huidige Werkstatus Is
Gepensioneerd
Mijn specialisatie is
Kunst / Muziek / Literatuur
Mijn functie is:
U. PROF. & RN
Mijn jaarsalaris is:
Meer dan €150.000
Ik Woon
Alleen
Bij mij thuis
Is het rustig
Ik Ben Een Roker
Ja - Maar zonder tabak
Ik Drink
Nee
Persoonlijkheid
Op de middelbare school was ik
Klassenclown
In sociale situaties ben ik
Opmerkzaam, Vriendelijk, Grappig, Flirterig, Gezellig
Mijn Interesses En Hobbies Zijn
Eten, Lezen, Knutselen, Nieuwe Dingen Leren, Muziek, Films, Internet, Spellen, Dansen, Theater, Reizen
Mijn idee van een leuke tijd is
Met Vrienden zijn, Ik probeer graag nieuwe dingen, Films, Slapen, Een boek lezen, Naar een museum gaan
Een perfecte eerste date is
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Wat ik altijd al eens heb willen proberen:
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.
Mijn vrienden beschrijven me als
Iemand die ze willen zijn
Meningen
Mijn Geloof Is
Atheïst
Ik Ga Naar Diensten
Nooit
Mijn Doel In Het Leven Is
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.
Mijn Gevoel Voor Humor Is
Camp, Slim, Droge Humor / Sarcastisch, Obscuur, Ranzig, Sadistischh
Smaak
Op tv kijk ik:
Ik hou niet van tv
In de bioscoop kijk ik:
Romantiek, Drama, Erotisch
Als ik naar muziek luister, luister ik altijd naar
Klassiek, Blues, Jazz, Ambient, Folk
Ik lees graag
Autobiografie, Biografie, Klassiek , Gezondheid, Geschiedenis, Huis & Tuin, Educatief, Filosofie, Wetenschappelijk, Poëzie, Romantiek, Erotica
Mijn Idee Van Plezier is
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
Zoekt
Wat vind je aantrekkelijk?
Gevatheid, Flirterig, Eigenaardigheden, Moed, Gevoeligheid, Empathie, Goeie Vaardigheden, Bedachtzaamheid, Intelligentie, Passiviteit
Wat zoek je?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Waar ben je naar op zoek?
Vriend, Date, Intimiteit, Vastigheid