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A warm hello to the multitudes of single women,

Here's a story, a very short story, because I want you to read my
posting and find it interesting. I hope you'll read my sincere ad at
the bottom, and whether or not you're interested, give me some
helpful critiques. This isn't a funny story, but is about something
which interests me: the sea, our travels over it in fragile vessels,
and coming home to loved ones.

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The Captain squinted into the dark, moonless night, through the
fierce winds of the squall. As the ship rose in the rough seas, the
cape came into view, and the bay waters within looked gentle. The
wind was to his back as he stood on the aft end of the main deck in
his slicker, the little brig's tillermen below his feet fighting the
sea to keep the rudder.

The wind picked up, and the stem dove into the sea, nearly washing
the mainmast's crew over the side. On the way back up, he could see
his home on the cliff, the lights warm and inviting. He could see a
lantern bobbing in the nest, and imagined he could see his wife
there, watching. If he was to make it home safely, he needed to bring
the ship back under control before they got closer to the rocks. He
shouted to the bosun on the middeck, "Bring down the sails!" Men tied
to safety lines climbed the rigging, but the ship was being driven too
hard for them to furl the sails. The bosun called them back down, and
gave each crew new orders: cut the sails loose. The crew chiefs went
to the blocks and knocked the lines, while the crews cut the sails
loose. First the fore sail, then the mizzen, and then the fore and
mizzen tops. The ship would run in baremasted, except for her fore
jibs.

They quickly closed on the mouth of the bay, a narrow opening between
two sets of cliffs. The waters within were safe, but the trick was
getting in. The crew of the brig stood on her foredeck, awaiting their
orders. Pushed by the sea and the wind, she slewed toward the dark
cliffs to the starboard. The Captain leaped forward and shouted down
into the tiller, "Hard over to port on my word!" The bosun on the
foredeck looked aft, and the Captain signalled to shift the jib
sheets. The crew was given the order, and knew what to do. The jib
was catching the wind the wrong way, and pulling them toward the
starboard. The lines on the jibs were tightened, and the crew pulled
it taunt. In a shift of the wind, the lines were released, and the
jibs picked up the wind again, pushing them port in the same instant
the tiller went over. The ship cleared the starboard side of the bay
mouth and slipped in safely.

The exhausted crew pulled in the jib sheets, and dropped the fore and
aft anchors to fix the ship's position. After the ship was secured,
the Captain signalled for the boat, and it was lowered to the water.
With parting orders to the bosun, he climbed down the brig's gunwale
with his duffle. Ten minutes later, the boat's crew pulled into the
small town's dock, and for the first time in weeks they set foot on
solid ground. The journey from England had been long and tiring in
this winter season. A shout of greeting called his name, and the
Captain looked up. His brother had come to meet him, with the family
carriage. Shakes and embraces done, the soft seats of the carriage
beckoned. Within, the loving arms of his wife waited. Pulling her
into his tired arms, he held her tight and took in her aroma, the
warmth in her brown eyes making him so happy to be home again.
Creaking away into the cold night, the brig and her voyage were
thankfully forgotten, for now.

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There's my little story, and hopefully a little creativity. :-)
I'd appreciate critiques, especially from naval history buffs. And
I'd really appreciate comments from single women. :-)

Like most men, I'd like somebody to greet me on a cold, windy night
when I come home, and somebody to greet when she comes home. A woman
to sit with in front of my fireplace, to talk to about all those
topics intimate to us both, somebody to learn about and from, to enjoy
the magic of life and love with. I'm a 22 year old single man at
Purdue University, 6'2", who loves reading and writing, learning about
just about anything, who studies the past as well as the future, who
finds enjoyment from talking into the wee hours, catching social
events with his friends, who is intelligent, creative and funny, with
brown hair and dark brown eyes. I'm a very sensitive man, who cries
when the boy stops going to visit Puff the Magic Dragon. I love
animals, and life in general, and find great happiness in nature,
blue skys, clear nights when you can see the stars, and thunderstorms.
I love the power and majesty in life. A raging sea, a magnificent
horse, a full symphony acting in concert, these send a chill down my
spine. (And it's no small wonder that I enjoy swimming, horseback
riding, and classical music, among many other things. :-)

I'm looking for a special woman, intelligent, funny, open and willing
to learn, sensitive, honest and trustworthy. Someone who wants to
share her life with somebody she can trust to be there for her, who
will always treat her with the utmost respect and courtesy, who will
romance her and make her feel special. Physically, I generally prefer
a woman who is "tall" (5'7" and above or so), and who is comfortable
with her appearance, who considers herself attractive. Tall, because
I like hugging, I like looking into eyes, and I like having a woman's
head rest on my shoulder or chest when I hold her. As a bonus for
that taller, petite yet shapely woman, I have a gorgeous size 7/8
purple velvet evening dress for those formal events. :-) For the
curious, it was a gift never worn out by a former SO who looked
beautiful in it. But a final note on who I'd like to meet: I'm a
sensual person who values physical interaction and intimacy, and I'd
like the same in a woman friend. I'm the kind of guy who likes to sit
talking with his SO in his lap, who likes hugging and cuddling, and
just sitting smiling and looking deep into a set of beautiful eyes.

Well, this is certainly a long posting. I welcome mail from interested
women, whether they live near Purdue or not. I of course promise to
answer any letter in a thoughtful and timely manner, as I appreciate
the same. I also welcome any constructive criticism of my wee little
story or personal ad. :-)

LB

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