part of As He Believes, So He Is. She'll Beg For More...
"Hi: I like your post, though your eye's say 22, your hair says 18 and the little mysterious smirk on your face. says girl next door 16. Which I'm afraid makes you under age for dating.... damn. Yes I'm a bit of a kidder, aren't I? As we rent Ferrari's and not pay, (a hot wind whipping our hair contrasting the cool from the air conditioner, the speakers blasting your selection of tunes) while I'm busy sucking ceviche off the dash board and your running into the liquor store for the Tequila.......and yes I'm watching you run, Woo Hoo! You'll be carded and denied if you can't prove the 21 thing. (ALARM!) Oh no! don't stop me dreaming now! It's a good thing for you that I'm a 45 year old juvenile. But I look young too, so read the rest of the ad...... Hey ....Hey .....come back here! ..... that's better. I'm not a construction worker, so I love your, perfect boobs, your curve challenged body and you're skinny shape. Why? Honestly, it's the smirk on you're face that tells me you are comfortable with yourself and are'nt living for anyone else's opinion! Otherwise why get out of bed if your going to worry about what some closed minds think? Suffering here in West Hollywood where women who were women at the time of their birth, are hard to believe, I mean find. I'm a Freelance Television engineer, Freelance meaning intermittent paychecks, so go ahead and put me in the unemployed category, the price I pay for freedom... until the writers strike has forced me to change vocations after some 15 years. Now I'm looking for two part time jobs locally so I can be rid of driving to work EVERYDAY gees Not because of gas prices but, OKAY I admit it! I am tired of the traffic out there and not being able to predict when I'm going to get where I'm going. You seem a little too together to be looking for a Sugar Daddy, so I won't go there. Yes the Hollywood factor in your post is attractive (cause I think I know where hollywood is, says my thomas guide) But I liked everything in your post so the hook's in my mouth for now. Unless when the clock strikes 12, your corsette pops off with such force that your wig rips off and I see the white haired 200 pounder that wasn't there a minute ago. You know that ferrari stealing crap...? well you need to be able to jump in and out of that without using the doors...! I don't have to meet everyone on Craigslist, I don't need the instant hook-up booty call Playa stuff because It lack's a little Boom Boom without the mental connect for me these day's. But don't get me wrong! I'm not a daisy. I'm that dangerous unpredictable Swashbuckling Pirate Outlaw with the right accomplis by my side. So lift your eyepatch for a second and check me out. 'Cause I'm content with the right kind of pen pals, so if the jobless thing with the OH my GOD! 45 thing, trippled with the images that I'm going to stain your memory with, send you running and laughing or laughing then running. then at least send me a pic' of your mom and give me the The Most Honest Guy on Craigslist Award! Blah Ha and Woo Hoo! My camera phone takes crappy pic's indoors, not enough light and I clean up better than that, but they're recent. I have one's that are 2 years old with longer hair but Craigslist will only let me send one at a time, so pardon the two emails, I'm kinda in between both right now. I love golf and watching most sports with the volume turned down and music on. See You: Ken"