Where never footfall rankles,
And bar the window passing well,
And gyve my wrists and ankles.*
Oh, wrap my eyes with linen fair,
With hempen cord go bind me,
And, of your mercy, leave me there,
Nor tell them where to find me.
Oh, lock the portal as you go,
And see its bolts be double...
Come back in half and hour or so,
And I will be in trouble.
(*Please note, this is not a request for a solicitation of the 50 Shades sort.)
Craptastic horror movie lover and longtime reality television loather seeks same for intellectual relationship that's maybe just a little snobby. (But not so much that action movies are verboten. Because if stuff doesn't blow up, I probably won't watch it.) Must love dogs - well, cats - and ethnic food of many persuasions, and enjoy reading (or at least respect that I'm going to spend a huge chunk of my time doing it). Enjoyment of the arts a major plus, enjoyment of the outdoors a double plus plus.
If you're not familiar with the plots of at least five classic novels, then you'd better be up on Film Noir, or we're probably not going to have much to talk about. Unless you're a Bruce Campbell fan. :)
I admire Tom Savini and opera equally, and am looking for someone who also enjoys the finer things in life in all their various forms.
I'll own that being prickly is something of an art form that I've mastered, but I'm also that girl who remembers everyone's birthday and calls randomly just because she's thinking about you. The two are not mutually exclusive. (Just please don't refer to my better nature as my "soft nougat center.")
I'm hugely entertained by the gentlemen whose profiles decry anyone with baggage. At our age, unless we've been in a monastery for the last twenty years, we've all got some baggage. (Come to think of it, that might actually make for more.) I certainly have some, it's just more the carry-on kind than the type you need to pay extra freight on when flying overseas.