Yup. I'm George Clooney's twin, we time-share that place on Lake Como, my other car is a Jaguar too, and I'm fiscally and physically well endowed. So, got your attention? Great.
Lessons learned here: Sleeping Beauties believe Prince Charming will appear via cyber-telepathy; "% match" has nothing to do with "probability of response"; most polite emails get ignored; a woman asking for your number is no sign she wants to call,; women age 48-55 rarely respond to anything, women 38-48 will take a chance; don't buy expensive tickets in advance--she may stand you up. Now I know.
Me: sane, coherent, NORMAL, stable, no debt, drama, booze, drugs, criminal record, psychoses, or misogyny, and all baggage fits neatly in the overhead compartment. I won't ask you for money, or to move in with you next week, or for you to do my laundry, or what you look like naked. Get the idea? (Don't think Prince Charming with a funny haircut and wearing tighty- tights. Think battle tested knight with dents in the armor who has neither time nor inclination for nonsense).
You: Sane, NORMAL, and bold enough to recognize possibilities and get out from behind the keyboard to engage with someone who falls within your general search parameters. This is the whole point, ladies. It's a process.
I'm looking for a lover (don't be coy, you are too), girl-friend and best-friend who will ride shotgun for the long haul run on the trails ahead. (I'll handle the shotgun when you drive the stage.). Shorter runs ok too.
I'm retired, still busy, still work some, but I have time for you in my life. I'm fit and active, but if you roomba-zoomba, hike, spin, rock climb, and wrangle alligators and then, after a tofu and seaweed lunch, hit the gym for your SERIOUS workout 7 days/week, you just might not have time for me. If you also can't find 20 minutes to meet for coffee, you don't have time for a relationship, deary.
If you have the steel to initiate email contact, I have the common courtesy to respond back, personally, even if it's only "thanks, but no thanks".
In my long marriage, we never had kids, by choice, never had regrets, and I later made sure I couldn't go back. This doesn't mean I hide under bridges and eat kids when they cross over. If you have kids, and I otherwise fit your profile, drop me a line. It won't kill ya. Really.
We can talk about half-full vs half-empty glasses, embracing life, carpe diem, loving my life, loving your life, moonlit walks on the beach, staring into your eyes, how passionate I am, and other romantic things so often cited in here when we meet for coffee.
I may not contact you first on here. The odds are better if men let women make the first contact. If I do a drive-by flirting and compliment you on your pic or profile, please take no offense. It's not me being needy or desperate, it's me being complimentary. (Yes, I know, it's old school, so is opening doors for women, but I do that too. Take a pill, get over it.)
Yes, my last 2 LTR's were with much younger women. Sorry, no apologies. That makes me neither a cradlerobber nor a sugar-daddy. I know very well the older/younger thing isn't for every woman, but when it works it's very nice. Maybe if more older women took a chance...
Oh, I'm truly 59, but with globs of Garnier eye cream I can pass for 58, easy. I make great pasta dishes, am addicted to espresso, give a great full body massage, can drive a vacuum sweeper, an skilled at washing dishes, don't watch sports, have no probs handing you the remote, and I do use Old Spice stuff, but promise not to act like your dad. Do NOT tell me I can't keep up with you until we jog or ski together. Crow doesn't taste so good.
I assume you got the TMIMITW reference. I'm not as old, nor as interesting, but in the ballpark
So, you got past the sarcasm? Wonderful. Actually, I'm a sweety. Just ask around. They'll tell ya !!
