A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Мужчина Ищу Мужчину
Базовая информация
Говорю на языках:
Английский, Испанский
Я бы описал(а) себя как
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.
Знак зодиака
Козерог
Внешность и семейное положение
Телосложение
Среднее
Мой рост
172 см
Мои глаза
Коричневые
Моя этническая принадлежность
Белый европеец/кавказец , Европеец, Латино
Семейное положение
Вдова/вдовец
У меня есть дети
Нет
Хочу детей
Нет
Привлекательная часть тела
Ноги
Боди-арт
Даже и не думаю об этом
Мои волосы
Соль и перец
Домашние животные
Собака
Хочу переехать
Да
Статус
Образование
Высшее (магистр)
Работа/Учеба:
На пенсии
Род занятий
Искусство/Музыка/Литература
Род занятий
U. PROF. & RN
Зарабатываю в год
Больше $150,000USD
Живу
Один/одна
Дома
Все спокойно
Отношение к курению
Да - не табак
Пью
Нет
Характер
В школе я был(а):
Клоун
Мое социальное поведение
Наблюдательное, Сама дружелюбность, Комедийное, Флирт, Свободное
Интересы и увлечения:
Ужин, Чтение, Искусство и поделки, Учеба, Музыка, Фильмы, Интернет, Игры, Танцы, Театр, Путешествия
Мое представление об отлично проведенном времени
Тусовки с друзьями, Пробовать новое, Фильмы, Спать, Чтение книг, Пойду в музей
Идеально первое свидание
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Я всегда хотел попробовать
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.
Друзья считают что я:
На кого они хотят быть похожими
Взгляды
Моя религия
Атеист
Посещение служб:
Никогда
Моя цель в жизни
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.
Мой юмор
Казарменный, Умный, Сарказм, Со странностями, Вульгарный(ая), Садистский
Вкусы
По телевизору, я всегда смотрю
Не люблю ТВ
Предпочитаемые жанры фильмов:
Мелодрамы, Драмы, Для взрослых
Предпочитаемая музыка
Классика, Блюз, Джаз, Окружающей среды, Народный
Я люблю читать:
Автобиография, Биография, Классика, Здоровье, История, Дом и Сад, Обучающие программы, Философия, Ссылка, Поэзия, Мелодрамы, Эротика
Мои идеи классного времяпрепровождения
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
В поиске
Считаю привлекательным:
Остроумие, Кокетство, Странности, Смелость, Чувствительность, Сопереживание, Умения, Внимание, Интеллект, Пассивность
Что и кого ищете?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Ищу отношения типа:
Друг, Свидание, Интим, Серьезные отношения