A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Mann Søker A Mann
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Norsk, Spansk
Jeg vil beskrive meg 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.
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Utseende & Situasjon
My Kroppstype er
Gjennomsnittlig
Min høyde er
5 '8 (1,73 m)
Øynene mine er
Brun
Min etnisitet er
kaukasisk, Europeisk, Spansk / latinsk
Min Sivilsituasjon er
Enke
Jeg har barn
Nei
Jeg vil ha barn
Nei
Min beste egenskap er
Ben
Kropps kunst
Vill ikke engang tenke på det
Mitt hår er
Salt og pepper
Jeg har en eller flere av disse
Hund
Villing til å flytte
Ja
Status
Min Utdanningsnivå Er
Universitetsgrad
Min nåværende arbeidssituasjon er
Pensjonert
Min spesialitet er
Kunst / musikk / litteratur
Minn jobb tittel er
U. PROF. & RN
Jeg tjener så mye på et år
Mer Enn $150,000USD
Jeg bor
Alene
Hjemme
Det er ingen støy
Jeg er en røyker
Ja - men ikke tobakk
Jeg drikker
Nei
Personlighet
Når jeg gikk på skolen, var jeg
Klassens klovn
Min sosiale atferd er
Observant, Vennlig, Komisk, Flørtende, Utadvent
Mine interesser og hobbier er
Restaurant, Lese, Kunst og Håndverk, Lære, Musikk, Filmer, Internett, Spill, Dansing, Teater, Reise
Min idé av å ha det gøy er
Være med venner, Prøve nye ting, Kino, Sove, Lese en bok, Gå på museum
En ideel første date vil være
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Jeg har alltid hatt lyst til å 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 meg som
En andre ønsker å være
Visninger
Min religion er
Ateist
Jeg går på gudstjeneste
Aldri
Mitt 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 humoristiske sans er
Campy / overdrevet, Smart, Tørr / Sarkastisk, obskur, Frekk, Sadistisk
Smak
På TV ser jeg alltid på
Jeg liker ikke Tv
Når jeg går på kino, går jeg alltid for å se en
Romantikk, Drama, Voksen
Når jeg hører på musikk, så hører jeg alltid på
Klassisk, Blues, Jazz, omgivende, Folkemusikk
Når jeg leser, så leser jeg alltid
Auto-biografi, Biografi, Klassisk, Helse, Historie, Hus og hage, Instruksjonsvideo, Filosofi, Referanse, Poesi, Romantikk, Erotikk
Min idé av å ha det gøy er
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
Leter etter
Hva finner du attraktivt?
vett, flørtende, Rariteter, Dristighet, Følsomhet, Empati, Gode ferdigheter, Omtanksfull, Intelligens, Passivitet
Hva ser du etter?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Hva slag forhold søker du?
Venn, Dato, Intim, Forpliktet