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Title: Porquoi pas, ma amie?
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Who I Am:
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Y'owch. I'm reeeally not one to write home about; however, I have published a novel (out next month in Decembrrrr '05 - called 'King Size'). As you can most certainly tell, I gotta lotta sardonic satire. OOOO-k. I've gotta big house, but no one to live in it. Boo-Hoo. I mean, once we're married and all... I stick to my guns, babe. Roamin' Catholic + marriage first = Fly you to France and beyond (maybe Medjugorje, Yugoslavia [been o'thar once. Bee-YOU-tiful. You'd love it. They say it's like Georgia: Muggy, hot, though at night it can get down below freezing. A true, spiritual realm]).
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I'm Looking for:
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A F-A-I-T-H-F-U-L, tall, precious, indelible, slim (gotta be thin, baby. The thinner she is, the more paint she'll remove HawrHawr/HeeHee), gotta lotta moxie, very mature (BOTH!!) in the MIND and in the BODY, beautiful, responsible, very secure, older woman I'll take on a voyage to JFK, board a 747, across Greenland (no pun intended), climbing almost to where the angels fly, and land in Paris, France to take you on a five-week-journey. All for being my mature woman whom I'd LOVE to cuddle with and kiss her wonderful, gorgeous feet for bringing her into my finite existence. As I will be to her till our demise... But, seriously, folks, I want my sweetheart wife to be faithful to me as vice-versa. I stand alone with the masses. I'm an iconoclast. I'm a pariah. I'm so different, in fact, I dream of the Great Beyond more so than of earth!!! ... and I seriously don't think I'm getting any younger, do you? Any comments? Questions? Show ideas? Hate mail? Can't you see my sly grin? HeeHee The photo was about TEN years ago, but still as handsome as ever. More cute now because 'I gotta lotta noive', as the NYC publisher sed.
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