The greatest gift a man could give a woman is to tell here exactly what he is feeling at that exact momement. To explain why he feels the way he does, why he chose her over thousands
.... Im a very adventuresome guy,i do stuff that most guys like,I just do more of them!I cant allways tell when a woman is flirting so sometimes you have to bonk me on the head if your interested in me! But please dont let me be a novelty I do have a brain. Im looking for someone to share all this life and world has to offer and some one that will stand through good and bad times. Ill make mistakes and they will forgive me for being me, but accept me like I them .If nothing else i hope to make a good friend want to come home to someone at days end and see there smile and know im an important part of there life.I want to fix broken things and change the oil in the car . If you dont find me handsome maybe youll find me handy at least .I love to travel ive been france mexico nm and a few dozen other places I wont bore you with .I want to go to fiji next rock climb . I do all the outdoorsy stuff , Im an advetursome .Passionate ,funny ,and responsible man ,I was in the army eight years and now im a civillian nurse.
Oh yeah,,my newest pet peeve...all the profiles with stuff like "where are all the good guys at"or "good guy wanted"Im right here!!!Your not looking hard enough...nobody is perfect till you fall in love with them
The Men Who Don't Fit In
There's a race of men that don't fit in,
A race that can't stay still;
So they break the hearts of kith and kin,
And they roam the world at will.
They range the field and they rove the flood,
And they climb the mountain's crest;
Theirs is the curse of the gypsy blood,
And they don't know how to rest.
If they just went straight they might go far;
They are strong and brave and true;
But they're always tired of the things that are,
And they want the strange and new.
They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
What a deep mark I would make!"
So they chop and change, and each fresh move
Is only a fresh mistake.
And each forgets, as he strips and runs
With a brilliant, fitful pace,
It's the steady, quiet, plodding ones
Who win in the lifelong race.
And each forgets that his youth has fled,
Forgets that his prime is past,
Till he stands one day, with a hope that's dead,
In the glare of the truth at last.
He has failed, he has failed; he has missed his chance;
He has just done things by half.
Life's been a jolly good joke on him,
And now is the time to laugh.
Ha, ha! He is one of the Legion Lost;
He was never meant to win;
He's a rolling stone, and it's bred in the bone;
He's a man who won't fit in.
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