Retired female academic (Manhattan) seeks connection with man 65 who shares interests in intellectual history, classical music, rational liberal politics, and lively conversation. 80 IS THE NEW 65, Widow, NS Chicago, dances, cooks tolerably well, loves baroque music, seeks significant other. “WHEN I’M MESSING around in cars, the world is apple pie,” tooted Toad mischievously.
For nearly 80 years, New York's 92nd Street Y has been a home to the voices of literature, hosting in its famed Reading Series the greatest literary artists of the 20th century and recording for posterity their appearances as part of its vast ...
Two beach houses for sale on paradisiac beach (5 BR and 8 BR). PARIS (SQUARE BERLIOZ—9th arr.), Wi Fi, 3BR/2Bth, beautiful full-floor condo, 4th floor, elevator.
If Douglas Adams, Terry Gilliam, and Nein Quarterly had ever hired themselves out to write personals for others, they would have sounded a lot like these: If intense, post-fight sex scares you, I’m not the woman for you (amateur big-boned cage wrestler, 62) I like my women the way I like my kebab. Cynics (and some cheap Brentwood psychiatrists) may say ‘pathological liar’, but I like to use ‘creative with reality’.
Found by surprise after a drunken night out, and covered in too much tahini. My last seven adverts in this column were influenced by the early catalogue of Krautrock band, Paternoster. Join me in my 36-bedroomed mansion on my Gloucestershire estate, set in 400 acres of wild-stag populated woodland. Prone to maniacal bursts of crying, usually followed by excitable and uncontrollable laughter.
Originally designed to match intelligent people based on their literary interests, readers immediately ganged up on the personals section like Amazon reviewers and twisted it for their own purposes. Now people turn to the personals ads first, then read the book reviews.
They were, as Rose told NPR, instead “instantly very, very silly.” In a I thought to myself, ‘This isn’t going to be good. What an idiot I am.’ But I work on the Bowie principal—do something once and it’s a mistake; do it three times and it’s an arrangement.’ We had to let it go for a couple of issues. The ads are the exact inverse of the clichéd, bragging, bitter, disturbing (in the case of The Village Voice), or inarticulate American equivalent.
[London Review of Books]-reading women to 35—don’t pretend your relationships have been any less incongruous and unsatisfying. Shy, ugly man, fond of extended periods of self-pity, middle aged, flatulent and overweight, seeks the impossible. Anything you’ve got to say can be said to my lawyer. Sinister-looking man with a face that only a mother would love: think of an ageing Portillo with a beard and you have my better-looking twin. Nice conversation, great for dimly-lit romantic meals.
Write to probably the most normal guy you’ll ever see in a lonely heart advert and maybe we’ll end up friends or lovers or despising each other and wincing every time we remember our awful one-night stand or maybe we’ll get married and have children. But if you’re not my ex-wife, why not write to box no. I enjoy vodka, canasta, evenings in, and cold, cold revenge. Better in those Welsh villages where the electricity supply can’t be guaranteed. Newly divorced man, 38, Would like to meet woman to 40 whose heroes don’t include Leslie Cole, Bill ‘Dink’ Hewit, Roger Martinez, Peter Jaconelli, Dave Man or William Corfield. I vacillate wildly between a number of archetypes including, but not limited to, Muriel Spark witticism-trading doyenne, Mariella Frostrup charismatic socialite, brooding, intense Marianne Faithfull visionary, and kleptomaniac Germaine Greer amateur upholsterer and ladies’ league darts champion.
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Before long I’ll have discarded you on the pavement of life, but until then you’re the perfect complement to a perfect evening. This one, however, is based entirely around the work of Gil Scott-Heron. Possibly the last person you want to be stood next to at a house-party you’ve been dragged along to by a friend who wants to get off with the flatmate of the guy whose birthday it is. My therapist has given me such a good rate I can afford to indulge my bouts of infidelity and still deal elegantly with my guilt. Clingy, over-emotional and socially draining woman, 36. Life is a roller coaster; you’ve just got to ride it, as Ronan Keating once said. Just as chugging on a bottle of White Lightning on a park bench will make you nauseous and diminish the respect of your peers, yet taking just a glass of cold cider on a barmy summer evening will quench your thirst and take you back to heady days frolicking in West Country apple orchards, so it is with this ad. Refreshing in small sips where the delicate nuances of Somerset burst through full and flavoursome, but anything bigger and you’ll end up puking over your own shoes and smelling of wee. List your ten favourite albums…I just want to know if there’s anything worth keeping when we finally break up. I’ve got a mouth on me that can peel paint off walls, but I can always apologize.