Inglês

Last night, driving home from a girl’s night of wine and food and laughter, my radio somehow ended up on Delilah. I’m not usually a fan of such sappiness, but as I turned onto my road an older woman called in. She spoke of the man she met 43 years ago, the man she married a couple of years later. You could hear the love in her voice, as she spoke of their life together, the things they have seen and done, and how much she still adored him now, four decades later. It circled the question I’ve been asking the skies for ages. Can love last?



When it’s so very new, the smallest things feel like grand gestures. A hand held, a wink in your direction. A kiss that lasts so long, your toes curl and you wonder where it will lead. Then it gets a little more real. Life steps in, we are asked to show our true colors. Sometimes they are vibrant and beautiful, other times they are dark and dreary. We look to outside influences, seeking justification for ourselves or our partner in this game of chance called love. We make excuses, eternal optimism showing its face as we place our faith in the one we want to love. The circle ensues, and happiness makes an appearance again just when you think it left for good. We trust and let our heart lead our head, and so we keep on keeping on…




What happens when our head leads our heart? What if, with our wealth of experience, both blissful and heartbreaking, we let the past dictate our future? I don’t mean following a pattern, but intentionally setting one. Consider it self-preservation, if you will. Expecting and preparing for love to fail and companionship to last. Does a lack of faith in love mean that you are doomed to live without it? Is that part of the secret we were never let in on?




Is it possible for love to return, un-beckoned but there because it was always there to begin with, just buried in the background of life and circumstance? Perhaps love wasn’t there to begin with, but simply a mirage that led us to water after crawling through the sands of loneliness or fear.




Do we get another chance after this? Do we keep on traveling until we get it right? What do you think?

Touro

Curvilíneo

1.7 m

Azuis

Caucasiana

Nunca Casado

Não

Não Tenho Certeza

Olhos

Cheio de Tatuagens, Outra, Com piercing... mas somente na(s) orelha (s), Piercings Secretos, Tatuagem Estrategicamente Localizada, Tatuagem Visível

Cobre / vermelha

Gato, Cachorro

Sim

Alguma Faculdade

Autoempregado/a

Outra

Home remodel

$60,000USD A $74,999USD

Com Colega(s) de Quarto

Às Vezes Fica Uma Loucura

Sim - Frequentemente

Sim - Socialmente

Desportista

Reservado, Turbulento/a, Observador, Amigável, Flertador(a)/Engatatão; Engatatona

Esportes, Ler, Aprender, Música, TV, Filmes, Família, Teatro, Cozinhar, Acampar, Jogar Cartas

Sair Com Os Amigos, Ficar Em Casa, Experimentar Novas Coisas, Cinema, Esportes Radicais, Ler Um Livro, TV

Would completely have to depend on what she wants to do, following her wnats and seeing what we have in common

Hand-gliding, free-falling, bungee jumping...etc...

Amigável, Legal, Maroto

Outra

Nunca

Three of the four elements are shared by all creatures, but fire was a gift to humans alone. Smoking cigarettes is as intimate as we can become with fire without immediate excruciation. Every smoker is an embodiment of Prometheus, stealing fire from the gods and bringing it on back home. We smoke to capture the power of the sun, to pacify Hell, to identify with the primordial spark, to feed on the marrow of the volcano. It's not the tobacco we're after but the fire. When we smoke, we are performing a version of the fire dance, a ritual as ancient as lightning.
Does that mean that chain smokers are religious fanatics? You must admit there's a similarity.
The lung of the smoker is a naked virgin thrown as a sacrifice into the godfire.

Afetado/a, Inteligente, Seco / Sarcástico, Obscuro/a, Obsceno/a, Sadista

Desenhos, Dramas, Seriados, Filmes, Esportes, Reprises/Repetições

Ação, Ficção Científica, Comédia, Romance, Drama, Documentário, Família, Animação, Terror, Suspense, Adulto

Sertaneja, Metal, Eletrônica, Pop, Barulho de Aspirador de Pó, Blues, Jazz, New age, Dance, Punk

Antiguidade, Quadrinhos, Fantasia, Ficção, História, Terror, Natureza, Política

Anything outdoors during the day, bars sometimes...seldom if possible, but I like the nights for me and my other...movies and cheese abd wine. Or hell beer and jerky. I love having friends over, I would chose a house party over a bar anyday, and I absolutely love to show my girl off, so anyway I can do that I would love.

Inteligência, Boa Aparência, Humor, Grandes Habilidades, Ousadia, Esquisitices, Marotice, Espirituoso/a

Gorgeous, witty, love-struck, and heart stopping

Não Importa, Amigo, Encontro