I'm not anybodys perfect guy. Just get over it. I'm post mid-life catastrophe and starting over. I need some help filling my evenings. I'm also not in the position of lavishing anyone with expensive restaurants, clubs, shows or the like. I don't need to buy anyone.
I can make a homemade"second day" soup in an afternoon (the kind that you can truly eat all but the last with a fork) with fresh baked bread, a bottle of complimentary wine and an old DVD movie to help it digest. I love to laugh and want to please, paradoxically, I can be shy and insecure. I love the comfort of leisurely sex and even more, the leisurely comfort after sex.
Did I get too personal, too soon? Should I have tried to smooth over my rough edges? I'm sure I could have said things that, while being absolutely true and candid sounding, would've not exposed myself (pun intended) so much. Am I scaring you off? I don't have time or energy for rejection. All this candor has a high price. SIGH. I guess this is what taking chances is all about.
If you're not short, you need to be open to a 5' 2" black man. You should be open to sexual experimentation and should be able to tell me about your desires - in and out of bed. You should not be a stranger to a full plate of home cooked food. You should respect my baggage as I will yours. Talk to me! Take a joke, especially a serious one. It wouldn't hurt if you enjoyed candles, music and spending most of the next morning in bed together reading or talking about nothing. Trust, discretion and safety are more important than friendship or fun. I like Science Fiction. Sounds romantic, doesn't it? It could be, but honestly, I'm still broke from grad school, divorce, etc.(See above.)