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Me
I’m affectionate, romantic, intelligent, educated, irresistibly creative, loyal, gentle but dominant, a knight errant in an erratic world: I can’t bear injustice, nor can I stand to see a child cry. My numbers are 188cm (6’2), ~100kg (~220lb) +/-10%, dark blond, hazel eyes, modestly good looking, and I still see the world with wonder. I find the female endlessly fascinating, a source of compassion and delight. Perhaps this allure lends some clue why I have little interest in spectator sports. I further confide that I’m a terribly lazy runner. I love music (rock, blues, classical), art, films, literature (mysteries, classics), technology, sailing (I’m a raw novice), traveling, and loving. I’ve lived and worked around much of the United States, Western Europe, and even the Caribbean. And for all that, I still haven’t found *you*.
Thee
You appreciate men, and enjoy the differences between the sexes. You are affectionate, gentle, generous, humorous, patient, caring, nurturing, sexy, honest, sweet tempered, and loving. You have intelligence, education, success, and are a woman of integrity. Some women claim that men can be intimidated by a woman’s success, but should you be director or diva, entrepreneur or envoy, physician or physicist, you’ll find a match if your heart is kind and sharing. You don’t smoke, but definitely have other oral fixations. Age is less of an issue. Physically, you are slender to medium, and know that I value elegance above conventional prettiness, classic features more than passing fashion, quality over quantity. And, you want a man who wants you: Someone to hug you, kiss you, spank you, make you write bad checks. Well, no bad checks...
We
As each other’s best friend, we explore with the marvel of a child. We share visions and ideas. We adventure, we trust with a melding of hearts and minds. We are erotic beings and bathe in the refulgent rapture of making love, and yet we derive inordinate pleasure just cuddling before the fire. Whatever continent we agree to call home, our true home is ourselves when we hold each other tightly through the darkness of the night.
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