Peacefulsixty

Peacefulsixty (Male)

79 Yrs

Single

55 to 66 Yrs.

F

Gold Coast, QLD

Me.
I think I just detected a faint rise and fall in my chest so there's a slight possibility that I might even still be alive. Aha!!!!!!! There's a pulse too! Jeez, there's hope for the old geezer yet.
Now that we've established that there's life, let's see what else we can find out about me.

Firstly, I’m just a man, so I have NO chance of being in tune with your every mood, largely because I don't have your hormones. (Would I be any use to you if I did have your hormones?)
Although I am just a man, I am a rather different one. I’m very much into spiritual/personal development, alternative therapies – I do a pretty fair massage - meditation, etc., and helping others with their development. (Well, I do know a lotta ways to stuff it up so I tell ‘em the opposite.)

I’m loving ( I love to relax by a quiet stream.), caring, compassionate (passionate too), considerate (Considering whether to go to the local restaurant or 'Flames' for tea or cook it myself.), ‘slightly’ romantic (I sometimes even remember birthdays and anniversaries.), understanding (Well, at least as much as a man can understand women. Lovely creatures, but Boy, they sure are different.), and HONEST (sometimes painfully so).

I have good communications skills (I can do the ‘finger’ with the best of them.) and can even string a few words together without too many grunts, ‘ah’s’ or ‘likes’ thrown in. If you take into consideration the fact that I have Industrial deafness, I can even hear pretty well. I LOVE intelligent conversation and debate and can even (on a good night) throw in a comment or two.

I must be a slow learner. I've been attending the University of Hard Knocks as a full-time student for 62 years now and haven't yet managed to graduate in anything. Now I find a body’s gotta die ter git outa the joint.

I call a spade a spade (or even a strange kind of shovel with reproductive functions – Hey, I’m human – well almost), don’t suffer fools or time-wasters gladly and would rather have no company if there is no intelligent company to be had.

One of my main interests is my work, operating earthmoving and construction equipment. After 40 years at it, I still enjoy it. (I guess I'm still just a kid in a sandpit.) I have many other interests including photography, live theatre, scenic tours, dancing (Rusty rock-n-roll.), nature and scuba-diving (I once went to sleep 45 feet underwater while scuba-diving.). I enjoy many water-sports, but if I’m ever in a shipwreck, I’ve got one chance – take a DEEEEP breath, sink to the bottom and start running.

I currently live on my own in a largish, 4BR home, so I’ve had to learn how to work a vacuum cleaner and a washing machine. (Don’t getchyer hopes up too much, ladies – I’m still on ‘L’ plates here.) I managed once to boil water without burning it and then I got enough of it into cups for TWO cups of coffee – one for a female visitor. I even had some milk in the fridge that hadn’t passed its use-by date. (Boy, was I proud of that one.)

Did I mention my sense of humour? THAT is something to behold. My sense of humour is so warped that when other people don’t get my jokes, it only makes them funnier for me. But I can’t MAKE you laugh. Something that I say or do may tickle your ‘funny-bone’ but you have to MAKE you laugh.

I’m not out to impress anybody. I’m definitely a W.Y.S.I.W.Y.G. person – What You See Is What You Get. I was born with nothing and still have most of it. Take it or leave it but don’t try to change it.

Try not to judge the book by its cover. There are some pretty interesting stories inside.

Me – Part Two.

I’m 5’ 9” (Runt – maybe my father shoulda kicked me up the backside more?), solid build (Brick outhouse?), still got all my arms, legs, fingers, toes, etc., all the important bits and they all still work. Can’t say the same for hair but still got more of that than when I was born. Got some teeth left too. I’m pretty healthy although not quite at Olympic fitness level.

I'm a founding and life member of the Casual Dressers Club. You've never heard of it? Not surprising - I just made it up to try to get a message across. I’m a fairly casual dresser although I can tart up a bit for an occasion. Low maintenance haircut, no face fungus, no tobacco-stained teeth, no pierced ears – or anything, no limps (?), in fact, pretty normal.

Some people reckon my bright, green eyes see too much. I reckon they work fairly well for an old feller. (Kin see a good sort several football fields away and still cut close tolerance levels with earthmoving machines or read the Courier Mail in good light.)

Commonly picked for 5 to 8 years younger than I am, so I guess I don’t look my age – probably goes with not acting it. I smile a fair bit too. Makes people wonder what I’ve been doing to get that way. If I had any enemies, I'd love 'em - it drives 'em nuts.

Hardly Robert Redford, but not Quasimodo either.