self summary? here goes, i'm six four, two hundred pounds, reddish
hair, not balding at all, blue eyes, a scorpio, which means
hyperactive hormone syndrome. yeah, it rhymes with corny. got two
words for that. "so?" when i hit fifty, six years ago, i began to
realize that work was highly overrated, therefore i figured out how
to manage well without the need for working for anyone, other than
myself. i am very self sufficient, built my own home, live
comfortably as a person without a mate can, but there is something
truly dear to me that's missing. dammit, i'm so lonely that it
sorta makes the soul incomplete, if that makes sense.
I am easy going, a logical thinker, and a spaz.
What I’m doing with my life
i've been single for over six years, and not dated anyone
seriously, and have become pretty lonesome. i live in a rural area
of oklahoma. got a wild hair to put one of my hot rods on the car
trailer behind my motor home and move here where it's green. from
colorado, yeah, cause i was tired of freezin my butt off all winter
long. and i dig ridin my harley. don't have any family, even in
colorado and less here. other than my dog nick. aka nucklehead
nick, who's a siberian husky, yeah the bluest eyes ya ever saw. and
i do put him in jail at the veterenarian for boarding when i'm gone
on one of my mini vacations. i'll load up the saddlebags on my bike
and just head to somewhere that i've never been before. usually for
a ride that's near a thousand miles one way, a few states anyway.
eat at good places, mom and pop sort of diners rock, and stay at
good motels. then back to my buddydog nick. wish i had a lady who
was sorta spontaneous too.
I’m really good at
engineering, design, fabricating really weird parts for things and
machines that are obsolete. i dig building stuff not out of
titanium, aluminum, molybdenum, but out of unobtanium. i know i
think too much, and sometimes when i have a project that is giving
me problems, they can usually be figured out when i lay my head on
the pillow to go to sleep.
The first things people usually notice about me
my eyes which are severiously crossed, my drooling, my stuttering,
and of course my nose which is so long that it wraps around under
my chin. i guess honestly the sincereness of my eyes. you can tell
when someone has experienced life in many ways, and the experience
usually will show in the eyes. nah, mine ain't crossed, i don't
drool or stutter, and my nose isn't anything noteworthy.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
technical manuals, anything mechanical, movies, conspiracy theory
with mel gibson, music, rock and roll, sixties and seventies, when
music was invented, and food, mexican, italian, two boxes of mac
and cheese, and a can of peas mixed in, a big ole glump of butter
on it, and coarse ground pepper, and about a quart of milk, and i'm
good to go. oh yeah, thanksgiving dinner. i eat about four of those
a year too. why not? don't know why i don't weigh three hundred
pounds rather than two hundred. perhaps because i get consumed with
building something that i forget to eat.
The six things I could never do without
the look when i'm shopping when i see an infant or toddler, and
they catch your eye, and you have a genuine sweet moment, they are
truly special little folks, and you know what i mean, when they see
you and you see them, it's a special moment. a puppy's breath,
dandylions, actually from the latin, dente de leon, or teeth of the
lion, the shape of the leaves. hmm, that leaves three more. takin
my dog, nick out in the morning with my thermos of folgers
columbian coffee, and greeting the day, fond memories of when life
was less confusing, and of course, laffin my butt off when i'm
alone sittin in the chair under my oak tree thinking about dumb
stuff i did when i was young. not that i'm that old, but you'll
know someday and understand.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
don't spend a lot of time dwelling on the thought, but it does
occur sometimes, the thought, or concept of growing old alone
On a typical Friday night I am
takin my dog down to the lake about a quarter mile away from my
land. and perhaps catching the right time to see the sunset, a
pretty special time for me, followed by the walk home to see what's
on tv. or finding something around the house that i want to read
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
orgasms are the greatest thing ever. and the slow times just hangin
out together would be nice too.
You should message me if
if you'd like to meet someone who might actually need someone just
like you, who's been waiting for the perfect time to meet you.