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Introduction
I'm looking for conversation with ladies who are in the 50-55 and up age group and am very happy that I stumbled upon this site. The number of mature ladies on this site is very appealing and I hope that each and every one of them is having all of the delightful adventures that one could ever hope for!
At the moment, I'm a non=paying member, which makes it a bit difficult to say hi. I do have other means of communicating if you'd like to see if there's any chemistry.
'm very open minded, always have been, and I'd love to say hi.
My Ideal Person Since I don't have an "ideal person" per se, I'll substitute a joke into this space.
Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" "Oh, Bill, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got fired.." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh...she got fired too."
My Ideal Person Since I don't have an "ideal person" per se, I'll substitute a joke into this space.
Bill worked in a pickle factory. He had been employed there for a number of years when he came home one day to confess to his wife that he had a terrible compulsion. He had an urge to stick his penis into the pickle slicer. His wife suggested that he should see a sex therapist to talk about it, but Bill indicated that he'd be too embarrassed. He vowed to overcome the compulsion on his own. One day a few weeks later, Bill came home absolutely ashen. His wife could see at once that something was seriously wrong. "What's wrong, Bill?" she asked. "Do you remember that I told you how I had this tremendous urge to put my penis into the pickle slicer?" "Oh, Bill, you didn't." "Yes, I did." "My God, Bill, what happened?" "I got fired.." "No, Bill. I mean, what happened with the pickle slicer?" "Oh...she got fired too."
Information
Sexual Orientation:
Straight
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Looking For: Women |
Birthdate: | February 18, 1968 |
Relocate?: | No |
Marital Status: | Prefer not to say |
Height: | 5 ft 10 in / 177-180 cm |
Body Type: | Average |
Smoking: | I'm a non-smoker |
Drinking: | I'm a light/social drinker |
Drugs: | I don't use drugs |
Education: | BA/BS (4 years college) |
Occupation: | Engineer |
Race: | Mixed |
Religion: | Prefer not to say |
Have Children: | Prefer not to say |
Want Children: | Happy with what I have |
Male Endowment: | Average/Prefer not to say |
Circumcised: | Yes |
Speaks: | English |
Hair Color: | Brown |
Hair Length: | Short |
Eye Color: | Brown |
Glasses or Contacts: | Glasses |