I'm back here again, because it didn't work out.
World Class Kisser...and willing to prove it. I am sometimes brilliant, usually witty seldom dull and always sensitive to a woman's needs. I'm a pretty good cook, definitely not a stranger to a kitchen. I am well read, well spoken, mannered and housebroken. If I can't make you laugh, I'll bet you will smile. I'm a former world class oarsman trying to regain that winning form. Injuries and gravity have forced me back into the gym. Once a good dancer, the steps are somewhat rusty. I need some help.
I am not afraid of committment or intimacy. I am generous with my affection. I like and respect women, you know what I mean.
I have a brief case in the way of baggage. For the last 24 years, I was a single parent, raising 3 kids who are now grown and taking flight on their own. I am getting in touch with me again and it is time for Daddy to grab that gold ring.
I am not a GQ type, though I do own 2 Armanis; more Town & Country. I clean up wicked good to accompany an attractive woman in her LBD, anywhere. If your trying to recapture your youth and want a Frankie Valli or Joisey Boy, I am definitely not for you
Communication is the key to a good relationship. There are different types of abuse. Probably, the two most damaging are psychological and emotional. The result is that you really don't remember how to communicate because you've been put down or controlled for so long. Just relax, we'll get along fine.
The woman I seek will be grown up, but has not stopped growing. She should be intelligent with an ability to think "outside the box" and hold her own in conversation. She should have an appreciation for music, baroque to rock, and some stuff in between. She has to be able to put up with some of my nuttiness. Her eyes should be full of laughter and her smile rival the sun. She will co-author the best chapter of our lives. Applications now being accepted from interested parties.
I am not a player, I have no time for games. I'm up front and honest. I say what I mean and mean what I say. I think I'm just a regular nice guy.
Kiss passionately, love deeply and laugh ‘til your butt falls off
Everyone wants chemistry, right? After a candlelit fine dining experience with fabulous food, great wine, romantic music and good conversation (what is bad conversation, please?), we stroll along the beach, watching the setting sun. (Obviously, it's June 21). We notice two oddly colored patches of sand. Picking some up, we sift them together and KABOOM. That's chemistry!