May I?

May I offer you
the bread of comradeship?
The salt of truth?
the wine of deep remembering
...and the courtesy of my heart?

And this other poem of mine suggests what I hope to find in a relationship:

PASSING THE SALT

The thing is, we've none of us found the stranger yet,
with whom to open the perfect conversation.
Faces we take to be unknown, glide
into sly familiarity, the warmth of once particular skin,
phrases that appeal to us now
because they did then.

There are things we still haven't said.
That we are frightened sometimes,
though there's no reason for it--because
there's no reason for it. And,
in a certain tone of voice, "I love you."

It takes everything to say "I love you"
in just that way, as if it were nothing
--'Please pass the salt,'
or a belch in easy company.

Again and again, behind some face
that pretends to be new to us
there lies hidden that other
to which we answered dutifully once,
"I love you,
too." The face of an aunt who died young
of self-pity or an uncle
who rested his hand on your shoulder
and left it damp to the bone.

Or a lover, known, who became unknown.
But still we believe in him or in her
and whisper, "Come. Feel free. Speak,"
in voices that haven't yet grown familiar even to us.
We believe in the stranger's inarticulateness
as we believe in our own.

Which of us has learned already to speak?

Agree to no more than an hour in a favourite cafe, in case we really don't hit it off. Otherwise try to get some sense of each other, see if there are any sparks and if there are, arrange for a real date...

Age between 45 and 66
Must not have messaged users looking for intimate encounters or sex.
Must not be looking for Other Relationship
Must not be looking for Activity Partner
Must not do drugs