The rising sun warming my face through the bedroom window signals that yet another dawn has broken the solace of the night. The comforting peace and tranquility of sleep once again replaced with conscious reality. Another day to give thanks for being alive, another 24 hour gift from God to be able to say that I am here. My mind wanders about the tasks I have set at hand, the duties I need to perform, to ready for the coming onset of winter in the Midwest. And as I ponder the simple task of cleaning the garage and arranging it so that I can fit my Silverado in there, out of the coming snow, and always ready and mostly warm to start the days ahead, I am reminded by the fact that I only need 1 parking space, that my search continues....
So, as I clean and arrange the garage, I cannot help but think of you. And I begin to wonder why I have yet to find you? Or have I found you? Are you there in my messages? Do I lack the clarity and perception to ascertain that you are somehow trying to tell me of your presence or intentions? I will not lie, in this electronic age, I am wandering about somewhat crippled. In my world, as an ENFJ personality type, I have always relied and trusted my senses to guide me. My sense if sight, carefully discerning the truth or desire in the eyes of another, my sense of touch, looking for a reaction from the simplest brush of a hand, my sense of hearing, listening to the tones, inflections, and unrehearsed conversation that tells so much. All now reduced to carefully typed words on both sides, residing upon a distant machine. so callous and impersonal regardless of content.
So a natural part of the task at hand, if it has not produced results, is to evaluate the parameters of the search. So I revisit my particular parameters. She should be ......
* Of any age really. Physical age has never been of particular importance to me. I suppose my belief is that a soul knows no physical age. There are 50 year olds that act like 10 year olds, and 20 year olds that are far beyond their physical age, "old souls" as it were.
* A true submissive - not merely somebody enamored by "that movie". Experience? Hardly a qualifier in my book, as there is also so much more to this lifestyle that I myself have not explored, and what an experience it may be to explore it together!
* Monogamous - definitely, this isn't a random qualifier, it is who I am.
* Kinks? Outside of leaving any type of lasting physical, emotional, or psychological damage, or pee, poo, scat, illegal stuff... open since I derive my personal pleasures from my partners pleasures and desires, not really any bad choices here.
* A friend - yeah, I am selfish that way, I want her to be my best friend too :P
ok, I am satisfied that there is not a crazy restraining list there, but still .... the search continues, as it must, the alternative is not appealing in the least. All I really know is you ARE out there ... somewhere ..... in that vast sea of possibilities...
~ID~
