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ForestScruff

41 F Bristol, United Kingdom

My Details

Last Online
Today – 2:15am
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
Height
6′ 0″ (1.83m)
Body Type
Fit
Diet
Smokes
No
Drinks
Drugs
Religion
Sign
Education
Graduated from masters program
Job
Income
Relationship Status
Married
Relationship Type
Offspring
Has kids
Pets
Likes dogs
Speaks
English, French, Italian, Spanish, German

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My self-summary
The truth is, I don't give two hoots about the actual facts. Let's beguile.

I appreciate bite, reserve, enthusiasm and good judgement. If they were whip smart, rather tall and real I'd have to mind I didn't gawp, but pragmatism rules real life.

I don't take this all that seriously. Real life's the place to find chemistry. Then again, the stakes rise with every inch over 6' tall. The future is Tesco Dating (by trolley buzzer). I met their van on the road to Loch Rannoch & again the next day in the shadow of Schiehallion. It's as remote as it sounds but clearly not far enough.

Still, I like it here. Make no mistake, I have my eye on the candy. If you make me laugh I will love you momentarily and forget you. But if you have the glint of the true co-conspirator I'm yours for the adventuring.

Meanwhile, I read you, discover you and listen to the sound of the okc pulse. I can spot a wag at a name, at a glance, at a thousand paces. If I start to drop off, a line here, a phrase there will instigate my own private eureka or make me snort my tea with laughter. In a good way for the most part. I was going to write a spoof profile then realised these were already written and more imaginatively than I ever could, by my extreme enemies.

I am radically spontaneous and ridiculously enthusiastic.

If I had three minutes left on earth, I'd probably want to spend it (family aside) like this.
What I’m doing with my life
Getting there, one way or another.

Bumping along, two-wheeled, self-powered and exhilarated, somewhere in central Scotland. I make bi-weekly forays to the principal cities & not infrequently, further afield. Bergen, Holland, Copenhagen, Berlin, Croatia and Basel are all on my list.

Keeping a sense of perspective.

Philosophy, at one time and it was, well, just unstraightforwardly wonderful.

I imagine somewhere with all the city pleasures but largely traffic and pollution free, with pedestrianised, bike-friendly, tree lined streets, wildflowers, green walls and allotments. Or just somewhere with a bit of land for play & outdoor projects. And a nearby swimming hole.

I sew, I patch, oh lord I patch. You can tell my kids by the knees. I try to do home maintenance but the knots I like just aren't the kind you need. One day I inveigled the window cleaner onto the roof. Balanced on the edge, him, me, the empty air, and the gutter we were there to clean, I realised that holding his hand wasn't the kind of security to prevent a 4 storey fall. Mostly I just lack the time and sanding with young children around isn't such a good idea. I keep a whetstone in my kitchen, though. It's useful for homework battles.

I scribble, note, flounder, squabble, rage and giggle. I invent personae.
I’m really good at
burning the candle at both ends. Running on fumes.

Finding pleasure in the simple stuff.

I'm mistress of the picnic, the barbecue and stories from my head.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
History. Prehistory. Science. Argument. Ideas. What's going on. I'm just interested generally. Mechanical clocks? Scottish geology? The plumbing of Roman baths? If it's out there on display and for public consumption, I'm probably there - and still there while you're gasping for a cup of tea.

The Cohen Brothers, the Sisters Brothers, the good guys v the bad guys, the bad guys that seem like good guys and the good guys that turn bad guys, the guys you're just not sure who they are and variations on that western theme, especially in a contemporary setting and with the music alongside.

The King's English was the funniest thing I've read in ages. Kingsley Amis, by no means my favourite author, but still, knowledgeable, careful, opinionated, outrageous, passionate, even-handed, generous, flawed, funny, human.

I argue with The Times' editors, mostly in my head, because the onomatopoeic proximity of mutter and nutter can be no accident.

However, I gather all my views from the Daily Mail..

I like poetry. It's great if you have small children and concentration comes only inbetween being used as a human trampoline or convenient gymnastics prop; so actually haikus would be ideal if only I liked them better.

I'm a baroque music junkie. And opera. Pokey Lafarge and the South City Three. Little Kim and the Alley Apple 3. Hot Club of Cowtown. Stuff most people have never heard of. I'm into tango music in a way I'm into most things. I can't tell you. You'd laugh & I'd go shy.

Magret de canard. Fish. Fruit. Salad. Soup. And cheese. Really great cheese. I'll do things for proper cheese, lucid thought and decent prose that some men would do for cake. But mostly for decent prose.
The six things I could never do without
It ain't the not-having, it's the getting there.

Tact, privacy, intelligence, stoicism, kindness and a fine appreciation of the absurd.

My children. Photos of them. Things they've made. Things they've given me.

Here? Wellsalted. ScottSharkey. UncleBliBlyBlo. Does anyone recall SwearyMary? Bless. Gentlemen, learn from youth. These are markers, monuments and guides in OKCland; public art no less - where I go when I fancy a reviving Sunday stroll. Should they go walkabout from here to future spouses, partners, playmates or on their own solitary way, these places will become heritage sites. So queue up while it's still free.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
If there's a better way.
On a typical Friday night I am
dancing in the arms of strangers. Maybe in a distant city searching out that look, that dance, that high. Argentine tango - refuge of the romantically dispossessed or disinclined or perhaps the incurably romantic.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
That might be that I belong to that merry band that co-parents, cordially. Married, but not as you know it. There ought to be a better name. So am I dating did you say? From a website?! I mean - would you?

I am not interested in married men seeking a discreet relationship.

If you can teach me something about stone, wood, electrics or plumbing, demonstrate it in a manly fashion and then put me through my paces, really, I'll be floored.
I’m looking for
  • Straight guys only
  • Ages 36–49
  • Located anywhere
  • For new friends, long-term dating
You should message me if
Right now (June '14) ...if you can recommend a great place for camping with the under 8s. Trees, burn/stream/ playpark in Scotland or south/south west England. Prefer a spacious field with basic facilities to a crammed site with electric hookup & all mod cons.

On reflection, if you're fairly relaxed, like children and camping and have a dog we'll probably get on pretty well.

You're realistic about meeting, or indeed, not meeting, yet you appreciate that life is absurdly short. Or if you're smart, or well-read or green, an explorer, an outdoors type, an everyday cyclist, a wild swimmer; or if you're intense, laid back, dateably tall, like dancing, like ice cream, like children, have children, want to talk about history, or physics, or numbers, or some other passion; or you like riddles, or puzzles, or ideas, you have some musical comedy, you do stuff I don't yet or you're just basically a nice bloke, an American, or more particularly, an incorrigible reprobate attracted to flights of folly.

If I tip my hat, query you, steal a word, share a joke, beg a recipe it's because I love the strangers passing through who similarly gladden my day. My plans seldom extend much further, though if yours might, avail me.