but only in my dreams,
yet this delusion is controlled,
since I'm not yet in my teens.
Yikes! The calendar says I'm almost sixty,
but how can that be true?
I still feel like a young hippie,
is the same true for you?
The photo that you see,
is what I think of, as me.
But when you mouse over it,
you see the me, I'd like to omit.
Flowers growing out of my head,
on this island they are widespread,
but the sun, sand, and surf,
are also reasons for my mirth.
Because we are in different locales,
we must start by being pen pals.
A friendship that we can grow,
will never cause us any woe.
Friendship is a kind of love,
it is a gift from heaven above.
And perhaps it becomes romance,
if we only give it a chance.
But now, no more rhymes,
My poetry should be a crime.
I guess I am not a poet,
and now, I do certainly know it.
I hope you had as much fun reading my little poem as I had writing it. The usage of my old picture was not meant to deceive, just a little poetic license. Although I now live on a Tropical Island Paradise, I will relocate anywhere in the world for my dream of Romantic Love, even to Hell (Norway) which I have already seen frozen over. I'll climb every mountain, ford every stream, follow every rainbow, 'till I find my dream.
My dream of someone to share with me ... companionship ... affection ... fun times ... love. Who walks upright on two legs, and can carry on an intelligent conversation beyond "bow-wow." Most importantly, must find the following more enticing than a bone ...
The candle-lit dinner completed, the band begins to play our song. Our fingers touch, and we glide onto the dance floor. I hold you close and whisper sweet nothings into your ear. As the music stops, just standing there, melting into each other's arms, feeling the gentle heartbeat and the softness of your flesh. To walk, arm in arm along a deserted moon-lit beach. Then, as we reached the doorstep we laugh, jump and play like children. We rush up the stairs leading to an outdoor balcony, where our nest overlooking the moon-lit sea awaits us. And then, and then, oh joy, wonder and delight as we move into the mystery of the night.
I believe there is nothing like a romantic day, or night, with the person you love; it does not matter if you're 20, 40, or 60. I don't know how so many people believe the nonsense we have to slow down, or be less adventurous, as we get older. I have never seen any age limit posted on experiencing life, and living it to the fullest, because there is none. We experienced romantic love when we were young, there is no reason why we can not experience it again.
So, how do I summarize myself? How about: My name is Charlie and I'm a really nice, but unconventional, guy who you would enjoy getting to know.
I have many facets, some serious, and others silly and light-hearted. I am a paradox, both simple and complex at the same time. I'm eclectic, eccentric, intelligent, a free-spirit yet responsible, honest, and playfully cheerful. I have a warped sense of humor and can laugh at myself. I live life to the fullest, since I don't know if I'll have another go at it.
I think in many ways, our pets exhibit unconditional love better then we do. When I walk into a room my little puppy dog (a Chihuahua), wags her tail, jumps up and down, gives me kisses, and runs around in excited little circles. This display of affection always gives me a great deal of joy. I can only imagine how joyous I would feel if a woman did the same. (Well, not exactly the same, just the human equivalent). There is nothing wrong with a display of affection, communicating and letting a person know they are loved and appreciated. I would love to wag my tail (?), jump up and down, give kisses, and run around in excited little circles for you.
By now, based on this profile, you probably think I am flaky and erratic. Actually, as this abbreviated résumé indicates, the opposite is true. I went to an Ivy League university (Columbia), and co-authored a book with two of my professors. I was a paid staff member of a national presidential campaign committee (Governor Jerry Brown). I worked as a Stage Technician in New York's Broadway Theater, and later as an officer in their Union (IATSE). Finally, I was a pioneer in the revolution that changed the world.
I think outside the box. When I was young, I thought my new Apple II computer, which had just been introduced, could be more then a toy on which I played "Pong" , "Space Invaders" and "Brick Out." At that time, all the experts knew those little "home computers" could never serve any useful purpose. I helped develop a program for Stock Market Analysis which downloaded data from a remote mainframe for local processing and analysis - 10 years before something called the Internet did the same thing.
A major financial information company by the name of "Dow Jones" (you might have heard of them) decided to distribute this program. That gave me the financial security, and freedom, to retire to the tropical island of my dreams, before the age of forty. (Description of my lifestyle is given in "what I am doing with my life" section below.)
Now I live in a tropical island paradise, but New York still is legally my home for voting, paying taxes, and all other necessary purposes. I have used an address in the states as my address on this site since proximity is used in Quiver/Quick Matches, as well as any searches I do. Sometimes a person is forced to be pragmatic. The nearby Caribbean Sea does not have a lot of English speaking mermaids who are members of OKcupid.
If you are disappointed by the fact we will begin as long-distant pen pals, rest assured, I do have a plan. But first things first. We must set the sails, we must get to know each other. You know nothing about me, except I said "I'm a nice guy." But over time our qualities, both positive and negative, will become apparent as we communicate and expose our inner being. While our bodies may not touch, our minds can. We can grow in intimacy, exploring every nook and cranny of each other's mind and soul. Being pen pals need not be the ultimate destination, it may only be the course we have charted to get there.
But the first step is to contact me and let me know you're interested. If you read the section below titled "Most private thing I'm willing to admit" you will see why you can not assume I will contact you first.