pointkicker
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Good evening, morning, day or night, wherever or whenever you may be on this supposedly lonely planet of ours.
By way of introduction, I am looking for a woman. Not a particular woman, as in I haven’t lost one behind the couch or in that space behind the fridge where my copy of “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues” once sat for three and a half years, but not any woman either, otherwise my search would indeed be short.
Over the course of my life; no doubt like many of you who at times dabble in this online jungle, only to find it no less confusing, frustrating, exciting and frightening as the real world that exists outside the limits of our computer screen, I have tried many things in this wonderful world of electronic interaction. Sometimes perhaps online dating, looking for a genuine, wonderful, free spirited girl. Sometimes perhaps short and nasty gratification, the viewing of porn, or a quick but frustrating chat online on a site such as this, with some anonymous stranger. I have also explored the in between, perhaps someone I chat with regularly, perhaps sharing interests, passions and sometimes pleasure. Yet over all of these adventures, I guess I have not found whatever it is that I am looking for. Quick gratification is exactly that: quick. Long trysts often ultimately lead nowhere, perhaps they taper away into frustrating nothingness, perhaps they provide a few rare nights of fun, passion and unbridled eroticism.
Now I am not going to be one of those intellectual snobs who demand “good spelling and punctuation”. I believe anyone has the power to communicate well, if you can only do so with four letter words, so be it, as long as what you have to say excites me, mystifies me, scares me and makes me want more. Like the drug that you know even if you take just once, it will consume and destroy your entire life, everything you love and even those things that you don’t know exist but if you did you would love them too, yet is so good you still stop and think “Gee, maybe its still worth it”.
Ultimately my erotically minded goddesses, I am looking for that one person that I know is on here somewhere. Intelligence is a state of mind, if you can communicate, you have something to say, have an immense and unique beauty somewhere, whether it be hidden inside you or as visible as the nose on your face, then please, share yourself with me.
If you too yearn for that elusive something that if you even knew exactly what it was, gee it would make it easier to find. If you have something to say, I want to hear it. I want to get to know you, I want to share secrets, fears and of course pleasure that no one outside of you and me could ever understand.
I recently ended a relationship because emotionally, we did not work. But physically, I had the most amazing sex of my life. We tried everything, our love making was varied and truly wonderful. I yearned for it so much that it made be blind to the errors of us being together. Sadly though, I fear now that any woman who fails to live up to these newly found expectations will rate second, I fear I have damaged my chance at meeting someone else on this level, I have narrowed my playing field. So I put myself out there for the wonderful people here on lit, who I know share the same investigative spirit, the same sense of adventure, the same knowledge that the flesh and the mind when properly combined can bring no end of pleasure.
I live in the great, recently battered land of Australia, so at this juncture I am looking at one of three outcomes.
One; a woman of any age from any continent that wants to share their thoughts, their philosophies and sometimes give in to a night or two of shared, yet distant pleasure. That no matter what is happening in life, we will converse, pleasure, reassure and entertain each other.
Two; a woman aged 20-35 ish (I’m open) who wants to travel, who perhaps after a year, a few months, 10 minutes of getting to know each other decides that it is possible that we may meet, here, there anywhere. On holidays, traveling or even in the comfort of one of our own homes.
Three; an Australian Miss, my favourite, who wishes to chat, get to know each other and who knows, perhaps one day a little more.
Overall, basically anyone who wants to chat for a little while, or a long while, consider yourself suitable. So there, I have set the parameters, but what of me? Am I so perfect that I seek this woman (not the one lost in the back shed with the old sporting equipment) high and low, where no ordinary woman will do? It may shock you to discover, no I am far from perfect.
I am 28 years old, I do have a job, a car, live in a nice house and means of a six figure salary and rising. Of course if these material facts were of importance, I quite possibly would not be writing this introduction. Continuing in the realm of the superficial, I am fully functional in all important physical facets, am around 5’11” in the old scale, around 176 pounds and in reasonable shape, although below where I would like to be. I have grey/green/hazel eyes and nature has kindly restricted me to one style of cheap haircut, a shaved head.
My young life was spent without the curse of television, so I spent that reading. Unfortunately this burdened me with somewhat of an anachronistic romanticism. Sometimes I wish I could approach a young lady like I was a charming Chevalier in an Alexandre Dumas novel, or visit dark soul searching Conradian locations. My tastes are mixed and varied in this regard. Basically I yearn for whatever I am reading at the time....
But I do believe we have lost the art of communication somewhat. Imagine, instead of fishing in the electronic world, men just walked up to women and said straight to their faces that they were indeed the very pinnacle of charm and beauty, then with a slight bow ask them if they would ever descend from their heavenly position to do the man the most humbling honour of joining him for a gentle stroll around the moonlit summer gardens of the Comte’s residence, so they can talk of the world. Or even when us men folk are bold and confident, we then do not wish to appear too keen, we dance around each other, being non committal, not speaking our minds, so that if one rejects the others advances, we can feel like we had the upper hand!!
Perhaps I am reading the hyper sexist and masculine Ian Fleming. Our hero gives the doe eyed beauty a slap on the rump and sends her on her way to change for dinner, as he has to speak to his colleague of matters of great importance that no woman could even begin to understand (unless of course she is a hideously ugly spinster or possibly lesbian, dressed in jodhpurs, jack boots and working for the soviets). But at least our man Bond opens doors, carries the luggage, even orders for the woman at expensive restaurants!! Woman probably ache for the imprisonment of the 1950’s, at least the men new how to act like men. Now days it would be “where do you want to eat?” Ah I don’t care would be the reply.... so the cycle of indecision, frustration and boredom would continue. Speaking of which, how good is that show Mad Men.. love it!! Very suave.
So that is me... or all that I have the gumption to write so far... perhaps at a later date I will go into some of the darker, more erotic depths of my mind!!
If you are at all interested, or not really but want to stay hello, drop me a line, PM me whatever. I have yahoo and messenger, skype etc. Sometimes I come on here regularly, sometimes not for months at a time. I will bump this thread from time to time. If there are any questions about me, perhaps post them on this thread, in time I will answer them.
Till then, to my fair women folk on lit, farewell, adieu and best of luck.
Ciao, Ciao.
Me
By way of introduction, I am looking for a woman. Not a particular woman, as in I haven’t lost one behind the couch or in that space behind the fridge where my copy of “Even Cowgirls Get the Blues” once sat for three and a half years, but not any woman either, otherwise my search would indeed be short.
Over the course of my life; no doubt like many of you who at times dabble in this online jungle, only to find it no less confusing, frustrating, exciting and frightening as the real world that exists outside the limits of our computer screen, I have tried many things in this wonderful world of electronic interaction. Sometimes perhaps online dating, looking for a genuine, wonderful, free spirited girl. Sometimes perhaps short and nasty gratification, the viewing of porn, or a quick but frustrating chat online on a site such as this, with some anonymous stranger. I have also explored the in between, perhaps someone I chat with regularly, perhaps sharing interests, passions and sometimes pleasure. Yet over all of these adventures, I guess I have not found whatever it is that I am looking for. Quick gratification is exactly that: quick. Long trysts often ultimately lead nowhere, perhaps they taper away into frustrating nothingness, perhaps they provide a few rare nights of fun, passion and unbridled eroticism.
Now I am not going to be one of those intellectual snobs who demand “good spelling and punctuation”. I believe anyone has the power to communicate well, if you can only do so with four letter words, so be it, as long as what you have to say excites me, mystifies me, scares me and makes me want more. Like the drug that you know even if you take just once, it will consume and destroy your entire life, everything you love and even those things that you don’t know exist but if you did you would love them too, yet is so good you still stop and think “Gee, maybe its still worth it”.
Ultimately my erotically minded goddesses, I am looking for that one person that I know is on here somewhere. Intelligence is a state of mind, if you can communicate, you have something to say, have an immense and unique beauty somewhere, whether it be hidden inside you or as visible as the nose on your face, then please, share yourself with me.
If you too yearn for that elusive something that if you even knew exactly what it was, gee it would make it easier to find. If you have something to say, I want to hear it. I want to get to know you, I want to share secrets, fears and of course pleasure that no one outside of you and me could ever understand.
I recently ended a relationship because emotionally, we did not work. But physically, I had the most amazing sex of my life. We tried everything, our love making was varied and truly wonderful. I yearned for it so much that it made be blind to the errors of us being together. Sadly though, I fear now that any woman who fails to live up to these newly found expectations will rate second, I fear I have damaged my chance at meeting someone else on this level, I have narrowed my playing field. So I put myself out there for the wonderful people here on lit, who I know share the same investigative spirit, the same sense of adventure, the same knowledge that the flesh and the mind when properly combined can bring no end of pleasure.
I live in the great, recently battered land of Australia, so at this juncture I am looking at one of three outcomes.
One; a woman of any age from any continent that wants to share their thoughts, their philosophies and sometimes give in to a night or two of shared, yet distant pleasure. That no matter what is happening in life, we will converse, pleasure, reassure and entertain each other.
Two; a woman aged 20-35 ish (I’m open) who wants to travel, who perhaps after a year, a few months, 10 minutes of getting to know each other decides that it is possible that we may meet, here, there anywhere. On holidays, traveling or even in the comfort of one of our own homes.
Three; an Australian Miss, my favourite, who wishes to chat, get to know each other and who knows, perhaps one day a little more.
Overall, basically anyone who wants to chat for a little while, or a long while, consider yourself suitable. So there, I have set the parameters, but what of me? Am I so perfect that I seek this woman (not the one lost in the back shed with the old sporting equipment) high and low, where no ordinary woman will do? It may shock you to discover, no I am far from perfect.
I am 28 years old, I do have a job, a car, live in a nice house and means of a six figure salary and rising. Of course if these material facts were of importance, I quite possibly would not be writing this introduction. Continuing in the realm of the superficial, I am fully functional in all important physical facets, am around 5’11” in the old scale, around 176 pounds and in reasonable shape, although below where I would like to be. I have grey/green/hazel eyes and nature has kindly restricted me to one style of cheap haircut, a shaved head.
My young life was spent without the curse of television, so I spent that reading. Unfortunately this burdened me with somewhat of an anachronistic romanticism. Sometimes I wish I could approach a young lady like I was a charming Chevalier in an Alexandre Dumas novel, or visit dark soul searching Conradian locations. My tastes are mixed and varied in this regard. Basically I yearn for whatever I am reading at the time....
But I do believe we have lost the art of communication somewhat. Imagine, instead of fishing in the electronic world, men just walked up to women and said straight to their faces that they were indeed the very pinnacle of charm and beauty, then with a slight bow ask them if they would ever descend from their heavenly position to do the man the most humbling honour of joining him for a gentle stroll around the moonlit summer gardens of the Comte’s residence, so they can talk of the world. Or even when us men folk are bold and confident, we then do not wish to appear too keen, we dance around each other, being non committal, not speaking our minds, so that if one rejects the others advances, we can feel like we had the upper hand!!
Perhaps I am reading the hyper sexist and masculine Ian Fleming. Our hero gives the doe eyed beauty a slap on the rump and sends her on her way to change for dinner, as he has to speak to his colleague of matters of great importance that no woman could even begin to understand (unless of course she is a hideously ugly spinster or possibly lesbian, dressed in jodhpurs, jack boots and working for the soviets). But at least our man Bond opens doors, carries the luggage, even orders for the woman at expensive restaurants!! Woman probably ache for the imprisonment of the 1950’s, at least the men new how to act like men. Now days it would be “where do you want to eat?” Ah I don’t care would be the reply.... so the cycle of indecision, frustration and boredom would continue. Speaking of which, how good is that show Mad Men.. love it!! Very suave.
So that is me... or all that I have the gumption to write so far... perhaps at a later date I will go into some of the darker, more erotic depths of my mind!!
If you are at all interested, or not really but want to stay hello, drop me a line, PM me whatever. I have yahoo and messenger, skype etc. Sometimes I come on here regularly, sometimes not for months at a time. I will bump this thread from time to time. If there are any questions about me, perhaps post them on this thread, in time I will answer them.
Till then, to my fair women folk on lit, farewell, adieu and best of luck.
Ciao, Ciao.
Me
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but that one won out. Your post is actually very interesting and I hope you hook a good one.
