Pijhan: A True Friend Will Last A Lifetime.
Basic:
49 year old Man, 5'9" (175 cm)
Seeking:
Woman, for Lets Hang Out / Chat / Friends
Ethnicity:
Black
Body Type:
Some Extra Pounds
Personality:
Chef
City:
Profession:
Conversation Partner
Education:
Some College/University
Religion:
Christian: Other Denomination or Non-Denominational
Misc:
Non-smoker, Drinks Sometimes, No Drugs
Match Summary:
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Martial Status:
Single
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Brown
Longest Relationship:
Less Than a year
Second Language:
No Second Language
My Exercise Habits:
I Don't Exercise Often
Has Children?
No
Want Children?
Yes
Has Pets?
No Pets
Has Car?
No
Political Views:
Liberal
Postal Zip Code Area:
20853, MD
About Me:
I am shy, quiet, friendly, kind, open, helpful, and honest. Hobbies I enjoy doing are billiards, playing guitar, singing, listening to music, playing Scrabble, and Spades, playing my congas, dancing and sometimes dance-walking, going to different parks, sightseeing, traveling (within the U.S.). I like alternative rock, smooth jazz, electronic music, sometimes depending on my mood I listen to romantic solo piano music, country music, and sometimes pop.
I am also fearful in a lot of things. Almost every area of my life is fearful. I don't go after what I really want. I'm scared of doing that. When it comes to having a relationship with a woman...oh I'm really scared about that, but I know there's good qualities about me, and good things I can bring to the relationship, as well as to be a good friend to her. It's just getting to that step is difficult. It might take some time for me to push forward through my fear. I'm going to work on doing something, that I'm fearful of, everyday. Little steps at a time.
I also enjoy writing micro fiction stories. I think that's stories that are 100 words long, or less, or can be up to 100 words long. Also micro fiction story challenges of writing stories that are up to 10 words long are cool and interesting. One story I wrote that was 10 words long was this: (He walked her down the aisle. What! She's my sister!).
Some time ago, my mother told me I used to write with my left hand. One day, at the age of five, I wrote the capital letter (A), with my right hand several times in a row. Then my mother took the pencil out of my left hand and put it in my right hand, so I eventually taught my right hand to write what I saw displayed in my mind...so, going by what I thought. That was not good as I found out later on in my life. I was changed from being me to becoming someone who didn't exist...a right-handed individual who was now competitive, who did things based upon what he thought should be done, and who always had to say the best thing. As a result, being my only, real self was silenced, and the fake one, took the spotlight. So, everyone I became friends with didn't get to know the real me, instead they got to know a printout. That's the bad thing. The good thing was that I saw both sides. As a left-handed person, I was calm, and when I wrote the capital letter (A), my handwriting was good, After I changed, and many years had passed, I noticed that every time I wrote with my left hand, I did it well every time I did it, so naturally, my handwriting was good, but every time I did activities and I didn't perform them well, then I came to the conclusion that those activities were not a part of me. I'm bringing all this up because, it's difficult for me when building up friendships with people since I don't know who I am really it's painful to talk about something I'm not sure is who I am as a person, and it gets annoying. Yeah, I don't know who I am as a person, except that I am left-handed, I like helping people, I am calm, I'm creative, and I like building things.
I enjoy mixing things up that was not originally mixed up. I like to mix up clothing styles. My getup would be dark brown casual/ dressing shoes, navy-blue jeans, a dull-gray long-sleeve shirt, and a dark-brown suede coat - my getup back in fall to winter 1994. My getup now is dull-gray and dull-greenish boots, a black cargo pants, a dull-gray sweater - for winter / fall. For summer, I have been wearing cut off sleeve shirts with any kind of pants, because as long as it is decent and appropriate and I'm comfortable, then I really don't care what I look like. Cooking- I mix up sweet food with salty food, and it is good. I've been doing this since my single digits. Dancing- My dance moves Involve me dancing different styles all into one style of dance. My speech/ grammar- when I mix up words, I usually am talking to someone and I would say a word or words that mean one thing, but the way how I used it make it out to mean something else as slang. Example: sometimes I say "I'm closing shop." meaning I'm leaving. Another thing I usually say is my "getup." My getup means my style. And that's a little tid bit (or a little bit) of things I mix up.
I am also fearful in a lot of things. Almost every area of my life is fearful. I don't go after what I really want. I'm scared of doing that. When it comes to having a relationship with a woman...oh I'm really scared about that, but I know there's good qualities about me, and good things I can bring to the relationship, as well as to be a good friend to her. It's just getting to that step is difficult. It might take some time for me to push forward through my fear. I'm going to work on doing something, that I'm fearful of, everyday. Little steps at a time.
I also enjoy writing micro fiction stories. I think that's stories that are 100 words long, or less, or can be up to 100 words long. Also micro fiction story challenges of writing stories that are up to 10 words long are cool and interesting. One story I wrote that was 10 words long was this: (He walked her down the aisle. What! She's my sister!).
Some time ago, my mother told me I used to write with my left hand. One day, at the age of five, I wrote the capital letter (A), with my right hand several times in a row. Then my mother took the pencil out of my left hand and put it in my right hand, so I eventually taught my right hand to write what I saw displayed in my mind...so, going by what I thought. That was not good as I found out later on in my life. I was changed from being me to becoming someone who didn't exist...a right-handed individual who was now competitive, who did things based upon what he thought should be done, and who always had to say the best thing. As a result, being my only, real self was silenced, and the fake one, took the spotlight. So, everyone I became friends with didn't get to know the real me, instead they got to know a printout. That's the bad thing. The good thing was that I saw both sides. As a left-handed person, I was calm, and when I wrote the capital letter (A), my handwriting was good, After I changed, and many years had passed, I noticed that every time I wrote with my left hand, I did it well every time I did it, so naturally, my handwriting was good, but every time I did activities and I didn't perform them well, then I came to the conclusion that those activities were not a part of me. I'm bringing all this up because, it's difficult for me when building up friendships with people since I don't know who I am really it's painful to talk about something I'm not sure is who I am as a person, and it gets annoying. Yeah, I don't know who I am as a person, except that I am left-handed, I like helping people, I am calm, I'm creative, and I like building things.
I enjoy mixing things up that was not originally mixed up. I like to mix up clothing styles. My getup would be dark brown casual/ dressing shoes, navy-blue jeans, a dull-gray long-sleeve shirt, and a dark-brown suede coat - my getup back in fall to winter 1994. My getup now is dull-gray and dull-greenish boots, a black cargo pants, a dull-gray sweater - for winter / fall. For summer, I have been wearing cut off sleeve shirts with any kind of pants, because as long as it is decent and appropriate and I'm comfortable, then I really don't care what I look like. Cooking- I mix up sweet food with salty food, and it is good. I've been doing this since my single digits. Dancing- My dance moves Involve me dancing different styles all into one style of dance. My speech/ grammar- when I mix up words, I usually am talking to someone and I would say a word or words that mean one thing, but the way how I used it make it out to mean something else as slang. Example: sometimes I say "I'm closing shop." meaning I'm leaving. Another thing I usually say is my "getup." My getup means my style. And that's a little tid bit (or a little bit) of things I mix up.
My Ideal Match:
I am looking for a woman who wants to be my friend. She can be herself alone, as well as around people, including me.
Introduction To Friends List
Quote:
Good morning I’m in search for someone to help me with my throbbing cl*t. Need all tongues on d
deck!!
I love eating a woman. I concentrate on making her feel satisfied by pleasing her with how I give her a proper spin cycle. I want to get to the point when I am down in her royal chambers milking and refusing to let go, she deeply moans several times, and then her body begins to shake multiple times, because she's having multiple orgasms. o*gasm after o*gasm after o*gasm after o*gasm...yum, yum for my tum, tum, or really in this case yum, yum for my thick pump. Yes, my thick pump explodes with happiness every time I'm down there in the forbidden zone, which becomes the untapped power point. Strike this and all her juices run wild. That is what I'm hoping will happen. I'm kinky, and love pleasing a woman sexually. More like sexually healing women by sexually treating them to be deserving of the best, because that is what I believe, that women should get the best in whatever it is all the time, whenever she wants it, and whenever she says she needs it, she should get it. She should get whatever she wants from her partner without a fuss or a problem. It shouldn't be like pulling teeth. It should just come naturally, because her man should automatically have this on his mind or at least have thought of it at a certain time in his life. And if the woman wants to have sex whenever or however she wants to have it, her man should grant that wish of hers. I want the woman I'm with to feel beyond satisfied, to have an aftermath of orgasmic flow still occuring from continuously thinking about it and continually reliving it over and over and over again, because she can still feel the way I French kissed her royal cl*t, and she cannot, and does not, want to let that go, so she holds onto it until her next encounter with me, and then I'll give her a pocket of round two for her to take and remember me by. Then round three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine. Round 1-lonely or only tongue action. round 2-only finger play. round 3-tongue and food mix. round 4-finger food mix. round 5-thick pump performs on the front of the stage. round 6-thick pump performs in the back of the stage. Round 7-washing her in shower or bathtub, and drying her. Round 8-lotion/ pamper her body. Round 9-cuddle/ hold her in my arms and talk to her about anything deep and surfaced. I really concentrate on making sure the woman gets a satisfaction that leaves her speechless, but wanting more, because I know I can give her that, and make it really well, lasting for a very long time. But that's me. That's how I am.