RE: Don’t hang up
Mike: So, I am trying again. I’m not sure what part of my last profile was so hardass teacher WHATEVER, but I am trying again. Sheesh.
What I don’t get is why you aren’t interested in me?
Well, here goes:
I need a straight man. OOooooh! Did I really say that? I did!
I need a guy to be the Abbott to my Costello, a Ricky to my Lucy. You know: my straight man, the one who tosses up a one liner so I can hit it out of the ballpark. I love to play word games—I know you didn’t miss my pun—but it isn’t easy running the show all by myself. Double entendres and friendly banter are more fun in a duet than a solo act. Although I can share the stage, I admit to loving an audience especially if it’s you. You know. You know—The one?
I am curious, generous, and young at heart. I love to dance, sing, play charades. I appreciate nice things in life, but I don’t need things to make me happy. In most ways I am simple and patient; I don’t do drama although I love to go to a play or concert now and then. I can go to the movies alone, but I get tired of talking to myself, discussing the film, after the show. Besides, people look at me funny.
Conversation. I want a conversation with a good man who is funny, attentive, appreciative, and centered. I don’t need flowers or fancy dinners. I really just want conversation. and the rest will be negotiable. Not in dollars. No… O dear. Now, where have I gone?
Let’s leave some things to talk about at coffee, or for a walk on the beach, or over a glass of wine. If you’re curious, clever, and secure, then maybe you recognize a kindred spirit.
Email me but don’t wink. That’s like getting the worst catcall from the ugliest jerk around. Email me. I’m really fun. Get to know me. You’ll either want to know more or run for the hills. Let’s see.
ps. You keep saying to be myself. Who the hell is that and how would you know?