poetation

Friday, February 29, 2008

Thanks for dropping by.

Thanks for dropping by. Sit down, relax and put your feet up.

Well, what should I say???? I guess I should start with a little about myself. I have spent many years developing my career and now most of my friends are married and/or pregnant. I would like to settle down soon and start a family.

So what brings me the most pleasure in life up to now? I would have to say being healthy, hanging out with my dog, getting together with family and friends and being outdoors. If you have a dick like insane cock brotha, message me right away, I love good fucking! I love anything to do with the outdoors and physical activity. Honesty, integrety, thoughtfulness, positiveness and a healthy lifestyle is of utmost importance to me.

I am ready to meet someone who complements me however doesn't have to share all the same interests. I am an open minded person willing to try anything once.Travelling should be of some interest.

Sunday, January 02, 2005

a great date

I'm super excited for this weekend, I'm almost afraid to think about it too much less it not happen.

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I remember searching for the word "discreet" and when it came suddenly I felt like a dirty old man waiting in line to get my pictures developed. It’s happened before. Art is one and he’s known me since before I was born. He was always dying and finally gave it up last year. He charmed people and I think he knew the last ones he’d charm would be nurses. He taught me not to be afraid to go up and touch things.

We lay on the old blue carpet eating fat strawberries and you convinced my cat to eat one and not just the green stem. When we were kids you got in trouble for making your neighbor eat grass. I once made my cousin eat clover. It’s good for you I said. Like carrots. Later I got sick or maybe that was another time. I couldn’t go to the beach. Just clung to the toilet and later chilled in quilts that were not
mine and listened to the men play poker downstairs and talk about tug jobs. It smelled like damp wood and felt scratchy. We ate corn and sometimes burgers. Sliced meat. Funny to remember eating sliced meat. Funny to still own mustard.

It’s like making yourself throw up which I did recently (the waiter was in love with you). The bathroom was closet-sized. I tried from every angle my whole hand down my throat watching myself reflected to infinity. When I opened the door there was a waitress and two inches of water.

A fist full of pine needles can keep you from drowning. I’ve loved women who are rotting inside. Decay is sexy. The way they see. Here it is. It’s everywhere.

Women. We're supposed to last.

I felt like a stalker and this was how I saw you.

You showed me how to roll my thumb into your collarbone and then used me as a model. You said, if it hurts, just tell me. Maybe I winced. The arms were gripped and I was lifted. This was self-defense but it felt like dancing. I said, thank you.