About him
Intelligent nice looking, constantly passionate and persistently tactile, single slim male, 5'10", not desperate but wasted - seeks a feminine and elemental, psychological and creative, capable and effective, erotic and unusual, sensuous and sexual, pretty or attractive, instinctively noble, broody venusian virgin with dirty depths and a Midas touch. Failing that another cat.
Actually utterly wasted so achingly desperate but that loses the rhythm.
Being the second person in history to uncover Anglo-Saxon salt making equipment in the U.K. did me no good at all - it was the week Elvis died.
For God's sake I am not from Mars, you are not from Venus. We have the same base needs. Just I get the blame.
Intentions are cheap. It's easy with roses round the door.
With the passion comes the poison.
Was I waving or drowning ?
Being good is not good enough, you have to Do good.
Has Life really taught you to be cautious, or are you just emotionally crippled.
You instinctively know most of what you need to know. Noone listens.
Those with glasses perpetually half full should get out more.
Every good woman deserves a fetish.
There is no k in nothing nor o in time.
Never trust anyone who never gets angry.
Always trust someone with a Blue Peter badge pre 1972.
Forever judge one that never judges.
Smoking is simply displacement activity justifying projection.
A pretty face is disturbing, but then so are bra straps and flat shoes with black woolly tights.
I hate this party 'cos I can't dance. I'd rather be watching Mad Men/The Big Bang Theory/Six Feet Under. Your eyebrows don't need plucking. I need to smell you. Wear a skirt. I love to watch you dance.
Still looking for intelligent, capable, and frequently, insistently, needfully, indeed multiply organic women who use capital i's, are more than the list of places they travel to, wines they drink, CDs they own, don't use baggage, ballgown, wellies, gentleman, treat, lady, or sassy in the same sentence, and hardly ever say Yeah.
Radio 4. The pinnacle of all Human achievement.
About his ideal match
How I hope you have enough pension for two. Seriously, I might empty your bins. And this might be the point to reveal I've turned 70 ..... and no longer look like my photos.
It's shameful, but most animal lovers have absolutely no idea how to stroke a pet. By the end of it, both of you should be exhausted, wanting more, but knowing you shouldn't spoil it. A fulfilled cat who is comfortable in its felinicity is like a
Please don't ask me to turn out for a drink on a cold winter's night if you intend to walk in the footsteps of Jesus/submit to the will of Allah/idolise a little fat Guru with frizzy hair. Yes I have been on a few dates.
If you want to hang out gallivanting with your friends at a Pub or Dinner Party (what is a Night Club anyway), I'll go home, paint a wall, and watch it dry. If we go to the Kinema or Music Hall, you have to guarantee that no one is going to kick/knee the back of my chair, talk, whisper, or let their seat bang, and my ears won't bleed. Having the Doorman salute as we went in would be nice too.
Possessed of an utterly rational suspicion of anyone who has ever smoked in their life past those three cigarettes to look cool before the age of 21, or tolerated a friend or family member smoking. It shows such gross lack of judgement, and weak self centredness.
There are three immediate reasons why you are looking for dates ....
Spouse/Soul mate.
Full time Boyfriend/Girlfriend.
Part time nonexclusive Lover when you need servicing/your time and diary allowing.
If one doesn't fit completely then we default to the next one down.
So aim high, but at least be on the list somewhere.
