A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Мушкарац тражим мушкарца
Основни подаци
Говорим
Енглески, Шпански
Мој опис
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.
Хороскопски знак
Јарац
Изглед и стање
Моје грађа
Просечна
Висина
173 цм
Боја очију
Смеђa
Раса
Белац/Белкиња, Из Европе, Хиспано/Латино
Брачно стање
Удовац/Удовица
Имам децу
Не
Желим децу
Не
Моја најбоља карактеристика
Ноге
Телесна обележја
Не пада ми на памет
Боја косе
Проседа
Имам
Мачка
Спреман/Спремна за селидбу
Да
Статус
Образовни ниво
Докторат
Мој радни однос
У пензији сам
Моја струка
Уметност/Музика/Књижевност
Назив мог радног места
U. PROF. & RN
Мој годишњи приход
Више од $150.000USD
Живим
Сам(а)
Код куће
Нема буке
Пушим
Да - али не дуван
Пијем
Не
Личност
У средњој школи био/била сам
Кловн у разреду
У друштву сам
Посматрач, Дружељубив/дружељубива, Занимљив(а), Волим да флертујем, Отворен/отоврена
Моја интересовања и хобији
Вечере, Читање, Уметност и занат, Учење, Музика, Филмове, Интернет, Игре, Плес, Позориште, Путовања
Како замишљам провод
Дружење с пријатељима, Волим да испробавам нове ствари, Биоскоп, Спавање, Читање, Посета музеју
Мој савршен први састанак
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Одувек сам желео/желела да
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.
Моји пријатељи кажу да сам
Моји пријатељи желе бити ја
Погледи/Животни ставови
Религија
Атеиста
Идем у цркву
Никада
Мој животни циљ
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.
Мој смисао за хумор
Пренаглашен, Паметан, Сиров/саркастичан, Чудан/чудна, Непримерен(а), Садистички
Укус
На ТВ-у увек гледам
Не волим ТВ
У биоскопу увек гледам
Љубавне, Драме, Програми за одрасле
Увек слушам
Класична, Блуз, Џез, Амбијентална, Народна
Увек читам
Аутобиографије, Биографије, Класике, Здравствене, Историјске, Кућа и башта, Наставне програме, Филозофске, Референтне, Поезија, Љубавне, Еротика
Како замишљам добру забаву
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
Тражим
Шта Вас привлачи?
Домишљатост, Флертовање, Чудноватост, Одважност, Осећајност, Саосећајност, Вештине, Брижљивост, Интелигенција, Пасивност
Шта тражите?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Какву везу тражите?
Пријатељ, Састанак, Интима, Посвећеност