1o2bwith, 57 - Cape Town
Western Cape, South Africa
About Me:
Why do people read messages and not reply. Is it acceptable to just ignore someone else? Be honest and say. Thank you for your message I feel flattered, but sorry I am not intrested.
This shows the kind of person I am. People often think I am 48, yet I am older. A very positive, kind, quiet and shy. Women are one of the most beautiful creations. But having said that I want one to love till I die. I am not a player and have nothing to hide and am a firm believer in honesty and the existance of God. I am not a user so want a stable relationship. People generally think I am younger than my actual age and I look better in real life than in Photos. From experience I have seen how you treat other people is very important. I am an introvert which means I don't need people to recharge, but am able to converse well with people and have loads of friends due to this. Have even given talks to thousands of people, but every so often it is nice to take a break. If you part of my bubble then you not one I need to take a break from. That is totally different. Love walking in the mountains that surrond my house in Hout Bay or on the beach down the road. The scenery is amazing. I am very good at fixing things and thinking out of the box. I have an IQ of 137, but do not think I am superior to anyone as humility to me is the most important thing in life. My perfect girl would be a Christian, like being touched (I love giving foot massages), have all the love in my big heart and love me back.
Looking For:
I generally like slimmer women as I am slim. Also do not like big breasts, but we can never say. Personality and a connection also plays a big role. Someone who is realaxed and who would love me back. So this information will change once I think more on what I would really like...
I had a beautiful wife
But then she lost her life
Now I am all alone
And her light is gone
No one to love and hold
Life goes on I am told
Yet here I spend my day
Often on knees and pray
Is there no one for this pot
Or is this my life’s lot
No one to cuddle
And in cold weather up huddle
I do not sleep around
Yet I see others life abound
They find one after the other
Yet they do not love one another
They just use and abuse
Afterwards they amuse
The stories they tell
Is of broken hearts of hell
What has this world come to
Where does it leave me and you