Horatius, 71

Looking for an angel to fill my brains I am writer looking for a woman. Most of the time I am doing what all writers do: looking up at the ceiling and hoping that the right words will enter my skull. That works best when an angel is there, so I need an angel to fill my brains. Metaphorically spoken.

I am large and grizzly bear shaped, so a fine shelter on apocalyptic and other days. I have massive shoulders to lay your head on. Moroever I am not quite stupid, studied somewhat, wrote somewhat, read a lot. Bit liberal. I can be a good, dedicated, warm and empathic friend. But for American women I am at the other side of the ocean. That's a blessing. I am no danger for your independence until we both decide it's time to meet.

Meanwhile we can write and chat and see each other as often we want. Mind there is no better listener than a reader and no better talker than a writer.

You are who you are. I love authenticity. You can't have as many mistakes as I do. You may be educated, independent, feminine. Your youth isn't over and will never be, just like mine. Sometimes you find yourself a little girl. You may be looking for that fatherlike figure you never had. Play around me like a bird around a rock and come to me when you're tired. Just say I love you.