| Bold Pirate :
Gracious, urbane, sometimes even funny.. |
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| City |
toronto Ontario |
| Area |
Canada |
| Ethnicity |
Caucasian |
| Sign |
Capricorn |
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Height | 5' 11" (180 cm)
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| Age |
51 |
| Gender |
Man |
| Body Type |
Athletic |
| Religion |
Non-Religious |
| Hair Color |
Mixed Color |
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Yes | | Chemistry |
N/A | Needs Assessment: N/A |
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| I am Seeking a |
Woman
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Who is Looking
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Dating |
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| Smoker? |
No |
| Do you drink? |
Socially |
| Marital Status |
Single |
| Profession |
Professional Renaissance man |
| Smarts |
Graduate degree |
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| Do you want children? |
Does not want children |
| Do you do drugs? |
No |
| Do you have children? |
No |
| Do you have a car? |
Yes |
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| | About Me |
| | My candle burns at both ends, it will not last the night--But ah my friends and oh! my foes, it gives a lovely light.
Wish I wrote that. But, on the theory that you only live once so make it count, I am one of those rare people who actually enjoys life immensely: Love my work, love all the fine things life offers, even have and take time to smell the roses. Long walks on sun-dappled days, elegant meals and fine wine, photography, beaches with palm trees and travel are some of the things I enjoy. Also, an evening of Scrabble or backgammon in front of the fire.
I like a smart, quick-witted woman who enjoys being treated well. A flash of elegance, a touch of the exotic and erotic are most welcome. Irreverence is acceptable. Irrelevance is not.
For reasons I don't understand, many men are threatened by successful women. Their loss.
I am also a great kisser, a hopeless romantic and a gentleman, though a bit of a swashbuckler just to keep myself interested and interesting. O, and cute, with a mischevious, mildly bemused and sardonic edge........*
OK, I admit it, I've done it and I'm guilty. I have actually messaged people on this site who are in the 'intimate encounters' section. I just don't know what came over me to do such a thing. Perish the thought that consenting adults might think occasionally of sex. But, here, that is a mortal sin, forever excluding me from making first contact with certain of you who have selected that as one of the options by which you exclude unwanted communication. So, if you caught me looking at your profile and wonder why I didn't send you a message, that may be why. By the way, what is an "other relationship?"
[Or, you've insisted that the writer have a picture posted, not recognizing that there can be valid reasons for not posting one--no I'm not short, bald, posing in the nude or eating ice cream with my fingers.] Pictures of me are available to most who ask.
*And since every woman seems to be looking for hair, teeth, nice smell, no baggage, honesty, consideration, wit, maturity with boyish good looks, feet on the ground and head in the clouds, financial security and a love of life, I have all those things too, as well as my priorities intact, if not in tact... I do not have: pictures of me that are offensive, taken with a hat on, next to a car, boat, plane or motorcycle; a criminal record or wanted poster; communicable diseases or any others or a lithp. Have I missed anything?
Almost finally, no dancing pickles will ever grace my profile or refrigerator.
UPDATE: Turns out they are not dancing pickles, but rather dancing (vibrating?) bananas. Now, when they were pickles, they were inspected by the Food and Drug Administration in the USA. That's because they were preserved in chemicals like vinegar.
But, as bananas, the FDA has no authority over them because they are fresh produce. You might think the Department of Agriculture would inspect them, but you would be wrong. Apparently they are not edible, so no need, even if they're for other internal uses (use your imagination and if doing so offends you, I'm terribly sorry and you don't have to respond to any messages I might send you). But, given the way they twitch nervously, don't you think they might be suffering from some kind of mad banana disease? Should we even let them onto our computer screens? Or, am I being unduly xenophobic?
And finally, some of you really scare me. You post pictures of yourself standing beside a man (or sometimes another woman) with his/her face scratched out or replaced by a black or white rectangle. Is that what happens to all your men? Does it happen only when they get their pictures taken standing beside you or are you recording for posterity? Can you give me a warranty that I'll be safe from this or is it as contagious as mad banana disease?
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| | First Date |
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First dates should take place in the fourth dimension--there's always an otherworldly aspect to them. The only way mere mortals can get there is to ask a kindly Dragon for a ride. But, as long as we've got the dragon ride, why go to the fourth dimension when we can just as easily be dropped off in the Enchanted Forest and attend the Masque of the Faerie King? Either way, isn't that better than coffee and a donut? |
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