I want someone to lavish my affections upon, to dote on them, to pet them, to make them giggle and to think of them as special and apart from everyone else. I want this deeply. Want is not strong enough. I crave this.Rapport--effortless getting along--is, as always, key. Human rapport seems to be contrary to "having common interests" at times; I don't put too much stock in commonalities unless I find your political views egregiously offensive. It is said that power is the greatest aphrodesiac, but I think it is relaxation.I have a tendency to become overwhelmed by affection, to seize you in midsentence and clutch you to my chest. I prefer women who liked to be seized midsentence and clutched to someone's chest in spasms of affection. Venus in Aries, what can I say.In the end, nothing beats a good hug.LASTLY, the whole Barbie doll bald from the neck down thing is utterly deplorable. It is the Garden of Earthly Delights, not the Hardwood Floor of Earthly Delights. There is mystery, allure, deep satisfaction, ineffable lushness and grandeur. We are mammals, not lizards, prepubescents or made of plastic. Stop shaving everything! Save the fur! Acccckk.And, although you might not guess from this profile, I'm really a funny, happy guy 98% of the time.