About Eiffel2

Eiffel2 is single and is seeking females for friendship or a casual relationship or a serious relationship.

'Speak low, if you speak of love.'

Hi girls - I'm moving out out of central Croydon. Please bear with me - and moving to Shirley, Croydon; in about four weeks. I am not looking for sex first, but a deep relationship where there is loving tender care for each other. It'll be Christmas soon (can we go, together, for the first time in many years to church? That should put loads of you off me!).

One of the deepest lessons I have learned - is to put her first.

First, and foremost: looking for long term stable and consistent relationship. If you are not interested in that; then read no more. Turn thine eyes away. I mean it.

Hate cruelty to animals and injustice (love cats (and dogs when I get to know them and take them out for a walk in the woods and fields yonder)); volunteer for a charity at the weekend for a few hours; deep and strong commitment to loyalty for the woman who has thought deeply about what she needs not necessarily what she wants. Need a woman who is not rich (yes you read that correctly!) nor is impoverished.

Full head of hair! No teeth missing (brush in the morning and before retiring to bed); cleanliness is next to godliness (so said my school teacher Mrs Mathewson - I still remember her: if I left the classroom door open she would ask, 'Were you born in a field?' If I chewed gum she would ask, 'Are you a cow?' Back would come the schoolboy reply: 'No, Mrs Mathewson!' 'Then close the door and put it in the bin, you stupid boy!').

So if we do start going out with each other - I'll ask you to tell me all about your schooldays too, particularly under the duvet and ask if you were bullied and what happened - in detail!! I'll want to know what happened to h/er that bullied you. That's important to me; will you let me hear you for a change? No, really listen - hear your hurts out? When we are really listened to - that is the beginning of our healing. Hot tears streaming down our cheeks may be the expensive price that each other, in private, we must pay. Trust me, the long term healing for our future, is worth it. I am willing to open up; are you? Each heart knows its own sorrow and a stranger cannot share its joy; it'll be Christmas soon - can we meet?

I'm 6ft tall so a bit too tall for most of you! (Unless of course you want a man who towers over you??? Do you? Be careful what you wish for; do you like being thrown around on the bed and giggling? ha! ha! ha! (mind you it is a possibility; silly!). I look like Al Pacino - so those of you in my time span (think Godfather movies and their haunting theme tunes) know what you are searching for; so there! And yes, I do dress for the occasion.

I am astonished, call me old fashioned if you must, that people no longer know what it is to truly love on this site (and in our country). At the very basic level love is about forgiving minor wrongs and never ever mentioning them again. Petty bitterness has no place in a faithful relationship - its poison must never, ever, be permitted to course its way through the veins and arteries of a deep love. This does not mean you must excuse unfaithfulness - the deep wounds that that inflicts fester and leads, justly, to severance. The Victorians were right (again it seems old fashioned): 'Think of the children (their deep hurting and their silent cries in the night).'

I admire a woman, who for example, when watching a 'Whodunnit?' movie is confident to oppose me when I assert, 'It was the butler who did it!' and says 'No love, it was the wife's secret lover, the doctor who did it' and sticks by her opinion. Admirable! Just!

Searching, for a woman, who does not want to change her ways (I cannot emphasise this enough - do you hear me - it's really important to me); who can, in private, state, in a whisper, with unwavering confidence: 'I am she, who is.' I need you, you, to be just yourself - I mean that. Amazingly, women below the age of 50 can not comprehend that at all - somewhere along the line something has gone wrong; do you know what has happened? (I don't. They seem to think that the provision of sex is all that it takes to keep a man - when the reverse of that is the truth: a well dressed woman, who covers herself properly, provides endless imaginations to the man). Searching for a woman who knows her left from right; wrong from doing right; that's the type I want to put first not second - egotistical women are discouraged from writing to me - women who have a degree of noble humility (acquired through life's pains and joys) are encouraged to write!

Would love to meet local woman (Croydon? (Or a neighbouring borough)) for chats (who needs endless cuddles), discussion (books and movies (who does not mind me going with my mates to watch international rugby and football down the pub on the odd Saturday night - Saturday is sports day for men (typical bloomin' bloke!))); who wants commitment, respect and above all loyalty and 'faith-full-ness'. Yes, there is such a thing as being faithful. And I expect that in return!!! I mean that - to the end of our days. Everyone knows that two are better than one; for if one falls, the other comes to support. Around the corner, from where I live, there is an Italian 'restaurant' (it feels more like you are in someone's living-room); where we could have a clay-oven baked pizza and share a bottle of wine (how does that sound to you?). Buongiorno, Signora!

Equally, she'll want to go out on nights with her friends; that would would please me (oh peace at last! from 'Strictly Come Dancing!').

I am tall, average build and well read ('War and Peace' by Count Leo Tolstoy, how about that 'girls'???). Can cook (and would love to for her) traditional spaghetti bolognese with a mature glass of red, red wine (and of course hot garlic bread saturated in virgin olive oil!); I am not useless in the kitchen! And yes! I do wash the dishes!!. I have a slight Geordie accent which is often mistaken for Welsh (I prefer spring, autumn and winter; I was born next to the Roman Emperor Hadrian's wall - the cold north of England - where the cold wind doth blow from the North Sea and there is fog on the Tyne). If you don't like Geordies, with a Welsh accent (think Richard Burton) I'm not for you.

Love to meet a woman 55+ (to whichever age (dare I say it? Up to 78 - so long as she is slim and elegant) - again, at the risk of repetition, character, is more important to me!!!) - for walks, tea, readings, discussions, and tenderness (and under the duvet, she, listens to whisperings and wants to be caressed for ages (there is a risk, that sometimes, like lips, fingertips slip - you do understand that don't you???) - under the duvet she needs more caressing than younger women - so I do understand that I need to take my time over you for ages to that moment when you want to release your pleasure). Prefer to meet someone whose face is not 'pretty' but full of 'character' (they just have more to say and say it with deeper meanings!!!). I don't know if this is going to put some off: in the bedroom I am to lead; in the kitchen we are equals (it's better to be honest and full of faith). It would be great to meet you if you wore red lipstick - like French women - even if you were just going to the baker's to buy fresh bread (it always makes the woman look stylish (no matter how she is dressed)). It is not a big ask. Prefer her to wear spectacles (suggests intelligence!!!) rather than contact lenses.

Not into one night stands - but looking for deep, long lasting relationship based on mutual respect - in our last years on this, God's good earth - where in the morning, at dawn, the sparrows do sing for their break-fast provided by God; the rain falls on the good and the bad - each one of us can start a new tomorrow. My French teacher, Madame Johnson used to say, 'Where there is a will, there is a way.' If you are half-hearted - then you are not for me; for I seek her who is full of passionate intensity. Are you the one? Where are you? Sometimes, stupidly, I think I can see your eyes, in the night, looking through my window - from afar. How strange. I know you are out there, somewhere. Perchance, you watch me running in the morning (from your tower block window) at seven o'clock in Duppas Park?) Oh! How I love the breeze of dawn on my face; rain or sun; tears and joy. Life is for living: let the dead, bury the dead. You and I have a tomorrow to live, love and care - for each other. You do understand, dont' you.

I desire a woman who likes a drink and a smoke (not into drugs) on a Friday night; who, at least once a month I can escort to the pub and have a drink and a laugh with my mates and their wives; leave at 9.30 pm and a meal at a local restaurant; and then curl up on the sofa and watch a movie; need someone who wants to be lovingly enfolded within my arms - whose eyelids begin to close - as will mine. Is that too much to ask??? At the end of the week each one of us just wants to completely chill out, relax - and be held (and caressed - is that too much too ask for?). And after the movie, if I start yapping on about the plot and the characters and its meaning - just tell me to, 'You! Shut yer bloomin' gob; And get to bed!' Prefer a working-class lass; is that too much to ask??? You don't mind telling me what sort of flowers you really like - I will only place them in your arms once a month.

Sorry, if this is too long. xxx