Do you have a mind opened to language and books? If you don't enjoy reading or blogging I may not be suitable for you. Know that every season belongs for wandering bookstores and biting into apples (we could bite one together). Welcome to the fire. Pour me a glass of wine. Let's talk deep into the night. There's much out there to know anyways. The sky is an ocean full of questions. I fill my sails with all I see.
About my ideal girl...she laughs often. She loves animals obviously. She catches me gazing at her in a movie. She has a favorite tree to love. She wants a tickling routine every morning. She is covering my eyes (and I am peeking through). She chases the flashlight in the dark (and I chase her). She and I watch the stars in the same way. She wears a cozy dress to stay equal with the breezy shade. She has a winsomeness in her fashion (but she's not a fashionista). She wants me to dance so she shoots at my feet. Safety is not guaranteed. She uses bubble popping smiles of gorgeousness to disarm me. She knows how to take me when I hold out my hand. Her hair is everywhere in my life. Something invisible about her shines a mile away. I miss her when I shelve books. She looks at me and knows what she sees. I wait to talk to her but she kisses me first. Maybe I hold a little too tight but she is a diamond no one found.
This is what I think. And I DO have a proper sense about expectations. Love is special, though it has not been on my side. I don't understand the science of it. But my heart is clear and safe like the water at a lake I used to know.
Some of my favorite things to do: I read several books in a month. I believe in my chest that I should have been doing this for years. I also frequent museums, novelty shops, or quiet local haunts with tea/ coffee served. I really like board games where I can sit close to my date holding hands under the table. I especially enjoy moments of silly randomness. I'd trade cash for them.
I am mostly a quiet guy. Indeed I will not be a spazz if you are more quiet than me (ha). I can not imagine the unheard chorus of roses singing between us. I will be communicative. If you email me I may move very fast and ask for your number. Please be real with me. I don't mind writing emails, but it feels like going alone. You may not be looking to kick anyone in the teeth for trying to get your number. I may ask for it. Send it my way.