Once upon a time ... I like any other was born of a beloved mother
... love or lust was the origin of my life ... only to be set forth
into this world to unlock the mystery of thy untapped fate; and
here I stand with yearning heart to be touched ... with a romance
of words to reopen what has been turned away, what once was -- be
it by choice or by circumstance, and what longs still to be --
again and forever more; one that found the word, lost the word ...
and rewrote the word ... desiring thou soothing words, thou
feminine appeal, thou quintessential true nature, and thou
Can you help write the next page?
What I’m doing with my life
... is indulging in a personal, professional, and/or educational
ménage à trios of pursuits. But there is always room for one more.
I’m really good at
... thinking I am really good at things. Then reality spats forth
mediocrity. I, in turn, become really good at making mediocrity the
superior state. I bask in its essence and consider myself
transformed from one state of perfection to the next. Quite
entertaining and relaxing.
The first things people usually notice about me
... would be my height, my garb, my stand, my walk ... and I have
been often told, my lips. Then I open my mouth ... good thing I
already captivated them prior to. ;)
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
Any written word, any soothing musical note, ... "A world that's
far away, where life is not unkind, the movie in my mind," ... "If
music be the food of love, play on," ... and most importantly, any
shared with someone!
The six things I could never do without
... for all things deserving!
I spend a lot of time thinking about
... how to stop thinking. Passion vice reason ... Emotion vice
logic ... Captivating the mind, heart, and soul of another ... of
each other. And then of course there's the ultimate, what's to eat?
Or where can I get my next chocolate fix from.
On a typical Friday night I am
... one or the other (if not all) as alluded to above in "What I’m
doing with my life"
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
"My manly eyes did scorn an humble tear; And what these sorrows
could not thence exhale Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with
weeping." ... i.e., I cry ... be empathy or sympathy the cause, the
wells of my eyes swell and wet my cheeks "like trees bedashed with
You should message me if
If you agree and are willing to answer this of me:
A "Perfect Match" ... "The" perfect match ... is one for which I
firmly press my finger up against its back and gently strike
against the coarse surface from which it was bound ... one that
ignites a flame so magnificent any man's heart and soul would be
captivated by the splendor of its beauty ... one that burns with
fire and desire to remain lit and brilliant ... only to accept
destiny and slowly fade into my hand, fulfilled with its purpose
and zest for life .. for the essence and virtue of love.
What a perfect match is "Not" is one that lights too fast, burns
too strong with sparks of impunity and reckless flare ... one that
wastes rapidly through its stem thereby scorching the hand, forcing
one to shake free and toss it to the ground ... prompting the
ill-manner curse of its name and ill-fate of stepping on so that no
one else may be endangered.
Can you burn for me?
Ideal Date ...
The "Ideal Date" ... is "Date 0" ... the unknown, the innocent, the
eager anticipation of what tomorrow will bring ... the desire, the
passion, the longing for all its promises ... and as the night day
so too shall it follow that Date 0 will gently transition to Date 1
... the latter shall become the former and hope shall live eternal
with its cycle of new tomorrows.
Can you make every date "Date 0" and relive the beauty of its