I'm not getting any younger.

Now that's a real selling point isn't it? Few things get better with age.

Wine perhaps, but the bottle still gets covered in layers of dust and filth
while waiting to be 'selected' by some patron who either can appreciate it
fully, or will just drink without truly understanding what it means to enjoy
maturity.

Course, the bottle will get cleaned up for display purposes, but over
time the label fades until it's impossible to tell what's inside anymore
without pulling the cork.

There, philosophy, thoughtfulness, honesty and a dirty-minded double entendre.



I enjoy being able to make you smile.

I don't drink wine. Or any alcohol.

Or coffee.

Walks, movies, bike-rides, silly web-sites, swimming;
these are all things I would enjoy doing with someone
whom I enjoy doing things with.


But first, I'd like to go some place quiet where we can sit and look at each other.

Oh sure, I'll steal glances downwards when you pretend you aren't looking,
but I'm not a kid anymore. It's your eyes I want to see.

Remember all those trashy romance novels where 'he gazed passionately until something came alive inside her'?

Let's try that, shall we?

... and maybe some whip cream with hot chocolate.


What? I like hot chocolate.


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