Who am I? What am I looking for?
Can I be put in a box, a category? I don't think so.....

Who am I?
That is hard to say. I am not the same person I was yesterday, nor will I be the same tomorrow. As I grow and learn I change. I hope to never stop growing and changing.
My life is a river, rolling over boulders and water falls. My river has now turned into a shady stream, no longer crashing into life but slowly drifting and trickling its way over smooth river rocks covered in moss and gently lapping at the shore of life. I am the stream. I am the river rock, worn smooth by my journey. I like the smooth edges that I have now. The bruises have left me and I am left with a soft exterior that is familiar to me and comfortable.

I am in search of a kindred soul, on the same journey I am. A companion, best friend, lover, playmate. Someone that is still interested in life and learning. Someone that believes in the pursuit of life, liberty and happiness for all humans, regardless of color or religion. We are all souls on different paths, we all make up the human race. A kind man, someone to be proud of. And please love animals.


I could tell you that I am 63 years of age but what does that mean? Nothing. I am the same soul that was born on this earth. I am on the same journey as I was that day.

My interests are many. Reading, learning, crafts, photograpy, painting, day trips to no where to explore and take pictures. Looking into the eyes of the elderly.

I like the simple things of life. My soft jeans. Wrapped in the arms of the one you love watching a movie. Someone wiping your tears away at the end because you are a sentimental smuck. Sharing dreams, ideas, secrets because you know they are safe with him.

I am life looking for a partner.....

The above is pretty sterile so I would like to add that I have a killer sense of humor and love to tease and have fun. All of my pictures are current, w/i last 6 months.
Up date: A few months ago I started volunteering at a local elementary school. I helped a 2nd grade teacher with her slower readers. I should have done this along time ago. I had forgotten what a hoot 7 and 8 year olds could be. Very rewarding. I will definately do it again next year.
I also tend to wait for the man to send me a message. A little old school I guess.

Share a cup of coffee, talk,, preferrably somewhere quiet so you can hear what the other has to say.