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More Colorado Springs Online Dating
DAFISHWINS - Work like you don't need the money, Love like you've never been hurt before, Dance like no one is watching.
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| Colorado Springs, Colorado Dating
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| Response Rate: 0%
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| Above average
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| Large but shapely
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| Virgo
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| Caucasian
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| M
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| 64 years of age
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| 6'1 - 6'2
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| Single
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| insurance
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| Here For
Long Term Relationship
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People say that I am:
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Unique, never boring, creative, innovative, sensitive, caring, capable of allowing them to go first while still able to keep presence.
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Things that have bothered me:
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Tell-tell a tattle tale, don’t I look just divine, possessions as bobbles adore the boring, struggling against time, confused by thyme, counterfeit laughter, giggles and toss of the head, a chastity belt of concertina wire, notches amassed out of sight, my way or bye-way, caught up in controlling the world.
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I am looking for:
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I really don't want someone like me; I've already got one of those. I am interested in a woman who is not afraid to be herself; I will actively support her in this. Defining herself by who she is and what she does with her talents and the consequences to the people around her should write a poem and not a dirge. People are the most important aspect in our lives here on earth and being a loving, caring people person would be swell. She should be self reliant but willing to share. Assertive and yet not aggressive is an interesting combination; aggression is destructive and self limiting because one wins only what the other person must yield. This leads to game playing, no thanks. It would be very nice if you are into your own sexuality and like to share. Spending the time to take care of yourself is important too. One can't love someone else more than they love them self. Honesty is simple, lying means that one has to have an outstanding memory of what was said to whom. The dance of deception leads to failed relationships. You must like joy, peace, happiness, spontaneity, good humor, laughing at yourself, laughing with others. It would be nice if you are in touch with your masculine side, tomboy works, so long as she cleans up well. Beauty is defined by who you are, what and how you do your thing in a setting of other people.
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My funniest life experience:
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When I was in high school I would go backpacking into the Sierra Mountains in California for a week or so at a time. There would usually be three or four of us, hiking in, pack in food, fish and live off the land. One year, we decided not to carry all of that food when we catch more fish and have more food to eat just living off the land. Well, that year we couldn’t catch a fish to save our lives and ended up eating grass, pine tree needles, flowers, roots. This was interesting, but survivor man was not part of our itinerary. We hiked out and drove to the nearest hamburger stand where we spent all of our emergency and most of our gas and motel money.
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Cool Movies:
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Oh, where to begin or end; movies? Gone with the Wind, The Edge, Ghost in the Darkness, Enemies at the Gate, Mummies, Dances with Wolves, I am Sam, Cast Away, The Thomas Crown
Affair, Species, Ghost….
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My Favorite Groups are:
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Cla ical, jazz, country, blues, blue grass, rock and roll. When under pressure, I prefer music that soothes the beast.
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I am looking for a personality like:
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Kissing my face, rain splattering, enveloping me, caressing, tugging me forward,People seeking shelter, umbrellas buffeting in the wind, raining diagonally, complaints? The call touches my soul, my soul of souls, my innermost essence, “Come to me, my child.” They are inviting me to play amongst their perfect splashes in the green, even foamy waters. Singing gently, the surf replicates their fundamental patterns of life, death, life and then again; Grating sand in water tells a story of cycles one of living, rolling out and swirling in again; A validation of myself in a life I did not choose, I exist that others have pleasure; but I see God, Children, one and all, babes running, dancing, hugging for the joy of their lives. Sp t!, I send rain back to sand in a stream of spit, from me to them, from them to me and back again,Snapping to the gusts of wintry winds, my wet hair undulates in ritualistic frolicking, oblivious, I gain footing,Kissing my senses, the salt air rushes over me, overwhelming me, lifting me up to heaven,Shaking, I am laughing because of the joy of life, life in a moment that no one else will share; but I see God. Those who oppress me demand that I serve them now, letting go, a longing, arms and fingers outstretched,Walking backwards so that I miss not a moment of shrinking life. I release, as when I had to let go of grandma when she died, knowing, some how, that she is waiting for me,I return to duty, to expectations, to anonymity, to, “Hey, stupid!”, yet my spirit soars with the seagull, floating FREE, FOREVER
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Are you willing to compromise in difficult times and situations?
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Life is a sand box, let's meet in the middle.
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Willingness to meet others from boM:
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I would not be answering all of these questions if I were faux about meeting someone from this site. I have met women before. One had a picture that was 15 years old and 50 pounds lighter. Another used the picture of her sister. There were others, but the last one was not ready for a relationship.
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Are you ready to start from scratch?
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Half of a heart violates one's senses and sensibilities. I am a romantic and I seek a fair lady who is like inclined. Reading my profile should give you a good grasp of what I am like and like to do. One important concept was not said until now. There are, I hear such reports, men who do not like women and treat them badly. This I understand, but such fools miss the entire point of boy and girl! Some feel that the word woman should be hyphenated as woe-man, worry-man. Not I, for truly, it is wondrous-with-man. The word with is a mere adjective and therefore usually omitted.
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My typical day:
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AN AFTERNOON TOGETHER
Yellowredblue wild flowers on vibrant green stocks peek over the edge of a blanketblending with its patterns, Kissing bees move from pistil to stamen joining essences, Gnarled and twisted roots drinking from a splashing stream, Squirrels scamper up and down the rough trunk of grand father tree, Spilling from a picnic basketa gingham cloth cradles scraps of food, Ruby cheeked wine glasses tilt against each other, Swaying in a gentle breeze, Tall grasses conceal two people, Their playful voices harmonize with the stream’s mantra, Birds flit to and fro tending to their broods and nests, Animal cracker clouds parade across a crystal blue sky, They draw close together their eyes aglow with feelings, They reach towards the heavens, Their sudden silence yields to the natural sounds.
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My Wish List Includes:
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Back dropped by an ancient moon, palms silhouetted Baha’is dancing in persistent puffs of air, sway and seduce my senses, slow and low rasping of a placid ocean massage and lull perceptions, time is a world awayrush hours disappear, pulse and purpose patter to the gentle rain, faint lights for finding a waytomorrow’s sunlight good enough for worry.
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