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Witchwhisperer

63 Walnut Creek, CA Man

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I’m looking for

  • Women
  • Ages 56–65
  • Near me
  • Who are single
  • For long-term dating, casual sex

My details

Last online
Jun 25
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 3″ (1.91m)
Body Type
Fit
Diet
Strictly vegan
Smokes
No
Drinks
Not at all
Drugs
Never
Religion
Agnosticism, and very serious about it
Education
Dropped out of university
Job
Sales / Marketing
Income
Rather not say
Status
Single
Type
Strictly monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, and doesn’t want any
Pets
Dislikes dogs and dislikes cats
Speaks
English (Poorly)
My self-summary
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
Vegan? Local ? Want someone bright, evolved to veganism for the health, prevention, ethical, moral, environmental reasons; local for the obvious;
someone to enjoy the smell of the negative ions after an afternoon's or evening's rain, curled up together. Like me, you belong nowhere and so we our own realm, you my cathedral.

It's a rare woman who understands, embodies eros, longing for timeless intimacy, core of relationship, shored by shared sensibilities, and not the reverse, as is common.

I'm looking for an imaginative p a r t n e r. Perhaps, like me, you've decried ever finding your equal, and being forever hopeful, a dreamer, imbued with relentless optimism, settled for less, this being all too easy for those who refuse to be cynics but hark to possibilities.

If you resonate to all the below, you're the one for me and i'll worship you. Your eyes'll be wet as your flooded, well, yoni's hokey but we'll have decorum here.
Honeychile, i can only imagine the misfires you've endured, sharing my nature through and through. A decade ago, women my age, at their sexual peak; much soaring fun. Today, despite the me-generation palaver; grannies with vibrators, the remains of the day, years of "fine dining," wine, salt.
Dr. Neal Barnard says cheese is so dangerous it should come with a warning label.

May Gaia, Great Spirit, Zeus, Minverva, Mr. and Mrs. America and all the ships at sea hasten you to me.
All but giving up finding you, I've made a fool of myself over women bereft of thought, yearning, heighth, breadth, depth, unlimited sensitivity, boundless passion, scope, ethics, morality, sensuality, originality, uniqueness.

Our real ages, not married or separated. Empty affluenzics abound, hence quest for quick study with accordant libido who adores being touched, held, violated; the more the better.

Nothing by the numbers about us.

What's wanted is so wondrous, it requires someone above the mire.

Meanwhile, wish i had a brain, the real item; one of those new, store-bought models, but barring that, a caressable woman of noble carriage might mollify my disappointment over the former.

An evolved wraith beyond time, able to transcend the zeitgeist, that'd be something.
Such rarity i'd revere, convince me i haven't had my quota. Autonomous souls can be closer than any.

Should this uniqueness happen on my 'umble profile, be assured i'll celebrate the inamorata while teasing the witch; no mean feat.

The trick is finding a fluid amalgam of wonder, a counterbalance who understands.

Spare me one more insipid profile, and your barchetta might drift along the river.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
Welcoming aforementioned, perhaps fellow ex-NY/Eastern
siren, free of alcohol, caffeine, meat, dairy, pets, bottled water, kids -- the usual toxins, clutter,

who preferred to create than procreate on a wee planet collapsing from the cancer of human overpopulation, despite the consumer-driven media's blackout on the subject, my overarching concern. If you don't vote accordingly, realize low voter turnout always favors the demented GOP that started the noxious Global Gag Rule, backspace now.

The UN reports animals raised for meat and dairy produce more greenhouse gas than all the world's cars, trucks, buses, trains, planes, ships combined.
Animals raised for meat consume fully half of all our nation's fresh water.

You and i do not wish to be part of this horror show.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Serving as sounding board, advice and counsel, helping others with their succinctly, honestly presented problems.

Teasing you 'til you ______ ,________ & ______. If tantra and facets of kink are common sense to you and always have been, and you share most other sensibilities, contact me. In the win-win-win of our amalgamation, the endorphins released during your sustained arousal prevent cancer, according to vetted medical studies.

If you get everything on this page, you're it for me and i'll address you so deeply and often you'll think you're living another life. It goes without saying i'll do everything and anything for you both erotic and secular;
cherish you, would rather run my hands over your shoulders, back, derriere, every curve and hollow, than have unlimited license with all the women of the world.
The first things people usually notice about me
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It's what you notice, like.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Help your potential matches find common interests.
Antoine de Saint Exupery's Wind, Sand and Stars.
An essay: Aldous Huxley's Hyperion to a Satyr.
Quotes: "That was a thing about women, they were all middle-class." -- James Kelman

A TED Talk: Alexandra Paul

A cartoon: That famed Peter Arno in the New Yorker, 1941, of a dapper engineer walking away from a plane crash, quipping "Well, back to the old drawing board."

Movied out, prefer the Miramax in your melon.

I can listen to music alone, but Ravel's La Valse comes to mind.

Loved this since i heard Joan Baez's fine version in ninth grade:
Hector Villa Lobos: Bachianas Brasileira n.5 - Anna Moffo

Silence can be entrancing.

100% on the Drs. Neal Barnard/Joel Fuhrman/Caldwell Esselstyn high-nutrient vegan diet and you, too, please, because we'd like to cavort for centuries to come.
It bespeaks reams for the ignorance of most women here gathered that they're unable to write a profile without wine, even posting photos of themselves with a wine goblet.
Recent international studies agree that women drinking just one glass daily have higher incidence of breast cancer.

"Love animals" while eating them? Pray, how does that work?
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Half's enough. Less is more.

1. A guileless goddess secure, confidant enough to see depraved as accolade, not condemnation.

2. Circle of independent friends with whom i can pick up mid-sentence weeks later.

3. A lascivious witch in need of frequent, ongoing, um, uh, interrogations, so please be at bare minimum two of these three
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Tired of thinking. Your turn.
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
Hoping there's a uniquely lovely, unusual, facile, level doyenne not far who abides my 'umble, honest profile;

encouraged, invigorated, inspired, buoyed,

not daunted by it.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
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Banned in Boston in '68.
You should message me if
Offer a few tips to help matches win you over.
you're vegan as above so in passable shape. Life's about choices. If not vegan at this late date and still drink wine, you're dim, mainstream. The brain the most powerful human sex organ, what's the draw?

your only religion reduce/reuse/recycle. Stuff does not impress. We've seen enough, you and i.

if you're not busy, busy, busy, prefer to stay in bed Sunday morning, not jumping up to have tea or coffee, not looking for "activity partner," and your profile doesn't contain "fabulous,""namaste," nor "ciao." Do not subject me to pictures of your kids, pets, ad nauseum. Simplicity's a rare gift, elegance incarnate.

if not gym rat/yoga mat, having brain enough to be vegan, park the car, walk, never take an elevator, stretch now and then and have lots and lots of straining isometric amore.

you're ready; want and need m e, not just anyone. Carpe diem, kid.

Yes, Virginia, it's "all about sex," tho' that's the biggest, most profound, strangest, all-encompassing word i know, and only want intimacy with a connatural spirit, a partner in crime and hope. No ceiling.

Please note: Any institutions or individuals using my text including for studies or projects - You do NOT have my permission to use any of my words or pictures in any form or forum both current and future. If you have or do, it will be considered a serious violation of my privacy and will be subject to legal action. I'm here strictly in hopes this splendid site's algorithms might reveal my vaunted distaff rarity, not to stoke your destitute imagination.