Hellos.. I'm J- I'm a Creative Freelance Professional who's lived in the NJ/NY area for over seven years.. Right now I'm focusing on re-building life after having a hard Winter.. Like to look at life as everyday is a day to create something beautiful or to accomplish something better than the day before.. I'm open to meet possible friends/chat buddies.. When connection hits I'm not a fan of putting a label on it...Just let it flow..
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In a dream World..
The man I love..
He's always dressed in a business suit..fitting out his stocky build.. Broad shoulders.. Dark short hair nicely combed to the side.. Clean shaven.. Dark brown devilish eyes.. Chiseled jaw.. He speaks in a low voice.. And it takes lot for him to smile.. But when he does.. You melt like puddy.. He talks the talk of a player.. He walks the walk as a committed lover.. My lover.. A lover who comes home late at night from a long day smelling like cigars.. Ruining the lavender essence in the room.. Our bedroom.. Crawling on the bed with his work clothes on..taking off his black dress shoes..as he wakes me up.. "Hunnie.. I'm home.." He smiles.. And makes me laugh.. "You reek of cigars.." "You love the smell .. You know it.." he replies as I undo his tie and unbutton his shirt..throwing his clothes off to the side chair.. His chair.. His big burgundy chair.. I undo his belt and he lifts me up.. "How was your day Tiger??" I ask as his arms are holding me up.. My legs wrapped around his back.. "A lot better now that I'm home holding you.." I play with his hair messing up his perfectly gelled part... "I bought you something.. Go make us a drink.. It's right on the counter.." I smile and immediately run to the kitchen.. I have one of those awh gushing moments.. My favorite desert decadent chocolate cake.. With a card.. I love you.. I love you more than chocolate loves you.. I get him his drink.. Scotch on the rocks.. While I make my raspberry martini.. A drink he makes fun of me about.. I go back to the bedroom.. He's in his boxers, an undershirt, and gold toe socks .. Reading the paper.. With a little jazz playing on the record player.. I ask him.. " Dance with me.. I feel like dancing.. " He blinks wait's a moment..and finally gets up.. "Why have the city when we have our bedroom.." I tell him as I'm laying my head into his chest.. "The city can always come here you know.." I start falling asleep.. We drift to the bed.. And as we do.. My eyes widened.. " Thank you for making me feel special.. I love you." And we go to bed safe and sound.. He secures me with hands and arms.. And that obnoxious snore I find to be rather sweet.. He hold me like a teddy bear.. I try to get away to get up and start the day.. He pulls me back.. "You're not going anywhere.."
Kinds of guys I'm looking for:
I'm pretty laid back and open to meet a variety ..
I'm not into getting into debates.. And I'm not on here looking for an aggressive hook-up. I like men who are passionate about life..who enjoy a arts and culture.. And who are focused on what they're aiming to become if not already becoming.
Rollerblading, gallery hopping, pastry shops, drinks over convo, long walks through out the city...