A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Mężczyzna Szukam Mężczyzna
Podstawowe Informacje
Znam Następujące Języki Obce
angielski, hiszpański
Widzę siebie jako osobę
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.
Znak
Koziorożec
Wygląd & Sytuacja
Mój typ budowy
Przeciętny
Mój wzrost
5' 8 (173 cm)
Moje Oczy Są
Brązowy
Moje pochodzenie
kaukaskie, Europejski, hiszpańskie/latynoskie
Mój Stan Cywilny to
Wdowa/Wdowiec
Mam Dzieci
Nie
Chcę Mieć Dzieci
Nie
Moje Najlepsze Zalety To
Nogi
Budowa Ciała
Nawet Bym o Tym Nie Rozmawiał
Moje Włosy Są
Mieszany
Mam Jedną Lub Więcej Z Tych Rzeczy
Pies
Jestem Skłonny Do Przeprowadzki
Tak
Status
Mój Poziom Edukacji To
Dyplom Ukończenia Studiów Wyższych
Mój Aktualny Stan Zatrudnienia To
Na Emeryturze
Moja Specjalność To
Sztuka/Muzyka/Literatura
Mój Tytuł Zawodowy To
U. PROF. & RN
Tyle Zarabiam Rocznie
Więcej Niż $150,000USD
Mieszkam
Sam/Sama
W Domu
Nie Ma Hałasu
Jestem Palaczem
Tak - Ale Nie Tytoń
Piję Alkohol
Nie
Osobowość
W Liceum Byłem Uważany Za
Klasowy Klown
Moje Zachowanie Społeczne Jest
Obserwujący, Przyjacielski, Żartowniś, Flirciarz, Otwarty
Moje Zainteresowania I Hobby To
Posiłki, Czytanie, Sztuka & Rękodzieło, Uczenie Się, Muzyka, Filmy, Internet, Gry, Tańczenie, Teatr, Podróże
Mój Pomysł Na Dobrze Spędzony Czas To
Spędzanie Czasu z Przyjaciółmi, Próbowanie Nowych Rzeczy, Filmy, Spanie, Czytanie Książki, Wyjście Do Muzeum
Idealna Pierwsza Randka To
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Zawsze Chciałem Spróbować
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.
Moi Znajomi Opisują Mnie Jako Osobę
Ktoś Kim Chcieliby Być
Poglądy
Moja Religia To
Ateista
Uczęszczam w Nabożeństwach
Nigdy
Mój Cel Życiowy To
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.
Mój Rodzaj Humoru To
Skrępowany, Mądry, Oschły/Sarkastyczny, Ponury, Chłop Ze Wsi, Sadystyczny
Gust, Smak
W Telewizji Zawsze Oglądam
Nie Lubię Oglądać Telewizji
Jak Idę Do Kina, To z Reguły Oglądam
Romantyczne, Dramatyczne, Dorośli
Kiedy Słucham Muzyki, Zawsze Słucham
Klasyczna, Blues, Jazz, Ambient, Folklorystyczna
Gdy Czytam Zawsze Sięgam Po
Autobiograficzne, Biograficzne, Klasyczne, Zdrowotne, Historyczne, Dom & Ogród, Instruktażowe, Filozoficzne, Religijne, Poezja, Romantyczne, Erotyka
Mój Pomysł Na Rozrywkę To
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
Szukam
Co Jest Dla Ciebie Atrakcyjne?
Dowcipny, Flirciarz, Dziwactwa, Śmiałość, Wrażliwość, Empatia, Doskonałe Umiejętności, Troskliwość, Inteligencja, Pasywność
Czego Szukasz?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Jakiego Szukasz Związku?
Przyjaciel, Randka, Intymny, Oddany