 General Info
| I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Meet People |
| Marital Status: |
Divorced |
| Children: |
Have children |
| Education: |
Some College |
| Religion: |
Spiritual, but not Religious |
| Smoke: |
No |
| Drink: |
Yes |
| Occupation: |
N/A |
| Body Type: |
Average |
| Height: |
6' 0" |
| Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
| Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
| I Am Looking For: |
Virtual Relationship, Cyber Sex, Social Encounters, Just Looking, Real Life Relationship, Erotic Chat, Cyber Friendships |
| Sexual Fantasies: |
A Virgin, Swapping, Domination, Bondage, A Beach, Multiple People, Sadism & Masochism, Massage Oil, A Public Place, Exhibition & Voyeurism |
| Sex is Best: |
Casual, Passionate, Loving, Experimental, With a Stranger, Wild, Kinky, In a Relationship |
| Cybersex: |
N/A |
| I Want You To: |
N/A |
| Cybersex Personality: |
Amateur, Submissive, Loving, Passionate, Dominating, Threesomes, The More The Merrier, Aggressive, Passive, Exhibitionist |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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thumper63cs' Scoop
About me:
48 divorced male. Working on trying to find the things in life I have been missing for a while. Love meeting new people on here every day.
I have always loved the outdoors and anything to do with it. Hope to beable to spend more time doing those things in the near future.
Who I'd like to meet:
Mending Wall
Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun;
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!'
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of outdoor game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows? But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offense.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.' I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me,
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, ‘Good fences make good neighbors.'
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Never ignore a person that loves you, cares for you, and misses you. Because one day, you might wake up from your sleep and realize that you lost the moon while counting stars..
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