Don't expect it to be drama free. Life is spicy. I want to know those who experience it. Share it. Tell it. Tell yourself that, as if you were, listening to Arthur Adams or Solomon Burke, and tell me - if you hear me. Van Morrison, into the mystic, too.
I'm liable to do something spontaneous, and want you to go along. And I'll love it if you ask me to find you in Chelsea. Yes I might even bring homemade Vietnamese Spring rolls to our first meet, if the stars align.
Is your antenna set to *intergalactic technological virtual cherry bomb kisses*? 1234 Bang a gong. T Rex serving it up. You'er dirty sweet and you'er my girl. Feminine women suit me best. Prepare to be spoiled, and ruined, and brought back home every time. I want it intimate, romantic, and passionate whatever "it" is you and I have together. I'm not a dick nor a clodpole. My Mom raised me way better than that. Did I mention I was from SC, rural raised? If not. I'll get to it.
I'm gonna be honest here, y'all. Where do you think your part fits in this scenario so far? No one's told me their answer. I asked it a couple of months ago. I did lots of other fun chats hugs and kisses though. Thank you - whoops I almost kissed and told... You were that one. Thank you for that. I don't do that often.
You won't find me on the slopes anymore. I hurt my knee and I'm out for the seasons. I'm willing to risk water skiing though. I'm going up to the hills nevertheless; flowers, skies, country views awaiting creeks, rock trails cached. I'm not the only one around me blasting lights shimmering glistens sparked snow and wind of my face looking up to that still blue sky over yummy green evergreens. The pine frozen needles still smelling sweet as they drip melt in your wind. Who's keeping up with who?
I'm not doing much sailing either. Melbourne Marina got wiped out in 2005. Damn. What am I doing? Wasting time here. The Hudson is an absolute horror to sail. I'm more wanting to rig it up for sailing by the lee trailing a hand in the wake; dolphins riding the bow kind of guy. Sail me by the lee sweet one.
I'm not French either. Just born there. Southern instead. Raised up around the palmettos in the '60-.70s. If you know what that's like or got something close to your heart that you want me to know come on over here and let me cook for you while you tell me all about it.
I did some things our time together, over time, will tell; raced demolition derby, dived the Aegean in high school, and played the clarinet in the band; sat with swami in college; built power plants around the world in the '80 and '90s, touched the Guru's hand, trained a thousand teachers in three cities in China in four days. 2005 was a rocking year. I've eaten suckling pig in Segovia, uni in Tokyo, bratwurst sitting in a barrel in Germany, prayed in Istanbul.
Now I want to love in New York City.
It was my grandfather preacher saint who owned the junk yard dog I grew up around in rural Carolina. Any Tiger fans out there? Another truth? I don't give a hoots toot about watching TV sports much. Even though figure skating, skiing, and women's tennis does hold its appeal.
Do you play? Let's go sweat.
Yes, I went to Columbia. A life long dream fulfilled, but none of this and none of that mean a dog blame without someone to get into it with.
I want that someone soon, and get off OkC. Show me u, please.