A STREETCAR NAMED ADMIRE
charlesbovary
San Francisco, California | Man Letar efter Man
Grundläggande information
Jag kan tala
Engelska, Spanska
Jag skulle beskriva mig själv 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.
Stjärntecken
Stenbocken
Utseende & situation
Min kroppstyp är
Medelmåttig
Min längd är
174 cm
Mina ögon är
Bruna
Min etnicitet är
Kaukasisk, Europé, Spansk/latino
Mitt civilstånd är
Änka/änkling
Jag har barn
Nej
Jag vill ha barn
Nej
Min bästa kroppsdel är
Ben
Kroppskonst
Skulle aldrig ens tänka tanken
Mitt hår är
Gråsprängt
Jag har en eller flera av dessa
Hund
Villig att flytta
Ja
Status
Min utbildningsnivå är
Universitetsexamen
Min nuvarande anställningsstatus är
Pensionerad
Min specialitet är
Konst / Musik / Litteratur
Min arbetstitel är
U. PROF. & RN
Jag tjänar så här mycket per år
Mer än en och en halv miljon kronor
Jag bor
Ensam
Hemma
Inget oljud
Jag är rökare
Ja - men icke-tobak
Jag dricker
Nej
Personlighet
I skolan var jag
Klassens clown
Mitt beteende i sociala sammanhang är
Uppmärksam, Vänlig, Komiker, Flirtig, Utåtriktad
Mina intressen och hobbies är
Middag, Läsa, Konst & Hantverk, Lärande, Musik, Filmer, Internet, Spel, Dansa, Teater, Resor
Att ha kul innebär för mig
Umgås med vänner, Prova nya saker, Bio, Sover, Läsa en bok, Gå på museum
Den idealiska första dejten för mig skulle vara att
U VISIT ME. I SERVE ROOT BEER. WE SIT TOGETHER. I TOUCH UR FLESH...
Jag har alltid velat prova
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.
Mina vänner tycker att jag är
Någon de vill vara
Åsikter
Min religion är
Ateist
Jag går i kyrkan
Aldrig
Mitt mål i livet är
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 humor är
Kitschig, Klok, Torr / Sarkastisk, Obskyr, Oanständig, Sadistisk
Smak
På TV tittar jag alltid på
Jag gillar inte TV
När jag går på bio ser jag alltid
Romantik, Drama, Vuxen
När jag lyssnar på musik lyssnar jag alltid på
Klassisk, Blues, Jazz, Ambient, Folkmusik
När jag läser föredrar jag följande:
Självbiografi, Biografi, Klassisk, Hälsa, Historia, Hem & Trädgård, Instruerande, Filiosofi, Referens, Poesi, Romantik, Erotik
Det jag tycker är kul är
NUDITY, VAPING GRASS, ROLLING ON THE CARPET CACCHINATING, FROTAGGING EROGENOUS ZONES. CUMMING 'TIL I FEEL FAINT.
Letar efter
Vad tycker du är attraktivt?
Kvickhet, Flirtighet, Egendomligheter, Djärvhet, Känslighet, Empati, Enorm skicklighet, Omtänksamhet, Intelligens, Passivitet
Vad letar du efter?
I HAVE A FETISH ABOUT PERFECT/SUBSTANTIAL NOSES & ROSY-PINK PACKAGES & NIPS.
Vilken form av förhållande söker du?
Vän, Dejt, Intimt, Hängivenhet