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Brian
67 Boston, Massachusetts, United States
Seeking: Female 33 - 45
I was born in Australia in 1954...my biological mother took me here to America and put me in an adoption home when I was four months old. I was adopted into the McInerney family and given the name Brian. My adopting mother was unable to have children...she and my dad Bob adopted all three of their children...I was the youngest.. My first home was on Parch Reservoir Drive...we had a swing set...a sand box...an oak tree in the front...it seemed to me as a child a huge home...we did have three bedrooms...my brother Mac and I sleeping on a bunk bed in our room...we also had a...what I call a toy shelf...where we...(mostly me) kept toys, and a closet where we kept clothes...I only remember it as a place that I went to after a first grade class when at the end of the day, my treacher would not give me permission to go to the bathroom...so, I wet my pants...it was the end of the day and I wanted nobody to see, so I tied my sweater on backwards so that nobody could, then walked in my line...two miles to my home, where I changed in the closet that I talked about earlier. Patch Reservoir Drive was, and still is after all these years, a very bumpy dirt road...I remember my dad taking me trick or treating one night, with a pillow case in my hands...to collect candy in...my dad singing all the time...(I used to hate hearing my dad sing...he was a good singer, but for some reason so embarassing to me) I do not know how many words I can use here, but will start on the surface. I have been to nine schools...after grammar school, I was never a good student...I hated reading ...I had all the books in junior high school, but never read a single one....I was tested several times in grammar school and told how intelligent I was...I remember being called to Miss Wards office one day and thinking all the way what I had done wrong...when I got into her office, my mother was there...with a smile on her face...it was Miss Ward who told me how intelligent I had tested to be. My mom was so happy...and myself?...just pleased to see that I was not up shit creak...it was the end of fourth grade....I really had no concept as to what intelligent was. For my science project at the end of the year I had a coconut with a face that I painted on and some hair...made of thread from my mothers sewing box....I also wrote a little story about the coconut...then, after the show, ate the coconut. I, in part feel so old...fifty-nine years, which I keep being told is middle age...and if I look like I am in my thirties?...does that mean that I am late young age?...but, what do I know about words?...what does anybody know about words?...I remember my dad...sometimes acting like a kid...so young for a man his age, and he was...he really was. He had a good life that ended so soon in his plane crash...he was seventy years old and as healthy as any kid...and he loved being busy...he did so many things with his life, and always happy doing them. He was such a good man. I could sit here forever and write about my life, but I will right now say something about my attraction to Asian women. When I was growing up...at the age of fifteen...my closest friend was dating a woman from Japan...her name was Prilla Higano...she lived in Shrewsbury...about ten miles from our homes. I got to know Prilla very well...we were good friends...her dad was a dentist...I also got to know her mom...Dorothy Higano...I always tjought that Prilla was a good woman, and her mom Dorothy too. After my first marriage ended in divorse, I travelled to China five times, where I met Jiang Yang Wu, from Wuming...we went to Guangzu...Beijing...I, myself went to Hong Kong...Shanghai and Hangzhou...on the train...overnight train...the Chinese are good people...so different than American people, I felt so comfortable there...if I spoke Chinese...Mandarin...I most likely would have stayed...but, that language is far beyond me, and communication is so important to me. Anyhow, I came home here to Plymouth, where I own a large home, and have been alone with my dog Fiji since, except for the four years that I was married to Jiang Yang...we did not belong together....she and I are very different people...her son David is a good boy...I spend some time with him every week, but he is completely addicted to the computer...its games, on and on. My life now?...volunteer work...exercise...walking, no reading, except for the sports page...riding on my scooter...which I am so tired of, but my car won't be in for another four weeks. I do speak to my mom every few weeks...she is ninety-three years old...overweight...still driving...still having the same mind that she had eighty years ago...I am always nice to her...we are so different, but I pretend to listen. I have so much to say, but will stop now...if anybody wants to write back to me.

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