I think Ehmad's "lustrous desires" aren't really what he's looking for - unless he wants sex with a disco ball or something.

Dictionary, dude - words have meanings and I, at least, have never met a shiny glow-in-the-dark (or anywhere, for that matter), woman - and the end result of any fulfilling of "desires" only glow under a UV light.

Wadda I know?
Maybe he wants sex with a disco ball in a dark room with only UV lights on, so he can see his "satisfaction" light up afterwards?

Well, you see Glynn, there are birds & there are bees.....

2nd one ALMOST werked Dut - briefly saw the woodchuck thingy before it went to blank screen in a half-second flat, then the "trouble finding server" notice popped up again, just like the 1st example did straight away.
Same ol' deleted colon in the {https://} issue.

As an old time trail rider (mah maternal aunt worked summers for years at a trail-riding-by-the-hour outfit, just outside of town), I remember saddles age with use and the leather darkens considerable - almost burnt sienna in many cases, though they do make black leather saddles as well.
Perhaps darken the saddle leather to better differentiate it from the leather chaps?

<Goes back to rimming his ice cream cone treat.>

hmmmm...hella cod piece the oldcoot is wearing there, Crystal, or is that just his natural "Weapon of Miss-destruction"?¿?

Black pepper on anything is a genetic curse on the patrimonial side.
Found out when a physician diagnosed mah dad's "itchy butt" syndrome - it was an allergy making him scoot across the lawn imitating the dog.


When my wife was peeved with me she'd take revenge by putting plenty of black pepper on everything in a meal she so "lovingly" crafted just for my pleasure - then she'd giggle herself silly over my all-too-apparent discomfort for the next few hours.


Serves me right, I have long known a husband ALWAYS loses arguments, even if only for the make-up sex afterwards.

Crystal, I just finished going back and traversing the entirety of this thread.

I'm even more impressed now and even more jealous of your talent - so jealous in fact that I want to draw a stick & beat you with it for reminding me how much at a loss in my life I am because I have ZERO talent.

Don't feel singled out, if I was to go about it I'd beat a former girlfriend from high school, my mother, and my youngest son too - ALL producing artists in different mediums.
The former girlfriend-ish (brief summer romance) is working in watercolors, my mother works primarily in chalks, and my son works in pencils, albeit he's dabbled with oils and wants to get back to them soon, after his return to schooling is over.

The most I've ever contributed to the world of art was to pose as a nude model in my college days, for life drawing and sculpture classes.
A bit shocking to be walking down the main drag of my home town with my wife-to-be & come across a storefront for the local power company filled with pictures of my nakeed arse (& other parts) plastered all over a couple hundred square feet of plate glass.


What you've done here is invaluable.
You've given artist and non-artist alike a window into the creative process.
As admirers we see finished products, even though we know the art doesn't just magically appear when someone like Zee waves her wand.
But we never SEE the process (Bob Ross made bank letting folks into that world).

You've done more than bring wonderment and enjoyment into our lives with your generous sharing, you've helped all of us understand the "process" that creates those feelings in us, a little better.
To me, that's worth as much as the works themselves.

Thank you so so so very much for sharing.

As someone who's spent a great deal of time in galleries, I would suggest that "Return to Carcassonne" has an oddity that draws my eyeballs and says "that just ain't right".

The vegetation line along the water's edge - it looks too manicured, like that you find in parks or on tended park trails, not something one would likely find in such a passed age where people didn't do "tended" paths for scenic reasons, they simply existed because people and animals traveled along the water's edge.

There would almost certainly be some other plants reaching further toward the sky - more brush, a young tree, something other than uniform height grasses & the one (or two) bushes you added to the right - if the path was trafficked enough to be so demarcated.
There would probably likely still be signs of people and animals breaking the grass line to reach the water for an occasional drink on such an obviously groomed (by man or beast) roadway.
(Maybe not in that specific place however, so that's just too picky-picky to be a valid point.)

I can't draw a stick, let alone something as wonderful as you do Crystal, so feel free to completely disregard everything I've said.
I AM quite envious of your talent.

Idle curiosity, why is a 45 year old man drawn to girls not even out of puberty yet?
18?
Seriously dude?

JMHO but you need far more than an adjustment to your profile.
I'm sure there are "bunnies" out there who might bite but you are not getting someone ready for a committed relationship, not even a "Trad-wife" one.

Maybe I'm too jaded but I should think any girl/woman who reads that fact alone would move to which ever section of the country was farthest away from you.

I'm in my 70s and even I ain't chasing XX 20 years my junior - & there are gobs of them available & willing to settle for a grampa.

And that's not even me being "brutal" about my opinion.
This is the Epstein era, mon.
Read the room, f/f/s.

My eldest has a friend who's head is all messed up over a divorce & then finding his teen-aged son hanging in the garage.
He chases young girls in that bracket & while successful in getting one home occasionally, they all end up "adios" after a night or weekend.
He's not seriously looking for a relationship either, albeit some of them might THINK he is and do it for the chance to be "kept" rather than work for a living.

He finds them the same place you should be looking, in a bar, drunk, not on a site dedicated to finding a relationship.
And yeeeaaaah, opinions are like arseholes, everybody has one - but you DID ask.

Good to know, won't have to order it then.
Normally I order most anything SF.

"Boring" might be the one adjective I've never heard applied to myself.
Could be peeps were just being polite in my presence but congratulations on finding a new aspect "all about me" that I might have to ruminate on.

They've deleted so many of my photos without explanation that it's impossible to determine the guidelines for what is acceptable.

Photos showing ONLY my face, or wearing a set of bunny ears, or my entire person, get deleted yet there are profiles on mingle2 that have cartoons or inanimate object as their subject without ANY human being displayed.
One particular photo is the main profile picture on an alternate profile registration while it's been rejected FOUR times from being included in the set for this profile.

I've concluded it's all done automatically by an AI-bot & depends on what information it's scooped up to feed its LLM growth in the immediate time frame.

Crystal, unrhythmed (no hyphen) isn't a recognized word but the -ic form is an adjective.
I don't think making an adjective into a past-tense verb is allowed (handsomed).

Awwwwww, Dut.
Here ya go.

Go to "Account".
Near the bottom right is a box with "View people online".
Currently showing me 581 peeps online.

Well, no, but ALMOST everything is about me.
I DO leave 1 in 10,000 for others.
I'm very generous that way & why to know me is to love me.

As an American with decidedly UNAmerican tastes in wimmins I consider you to be most fortunate to live in that part of the world.

SO may blazing inferno hot wimmins in Romania, Hungary, Slovenia, Belarus, & the 3 Baltic States.
I wouldn't be able to go out in public without strapping myself down first or risk being arrested for indecency.
If I was a woman I'd have to seriously consider becoming Sapphist.

Only if you aren't attuned to hearing swearing.

Prefers to be compared to a box-O'-rox.
Have a definite aversion to all things nails - especially when they are sticking out of mah foot after a nailgun incident.

AHA, THAT explains my "twilight zone" emails this morning.
Grrrr, nope, one came yesterday & li'l miss sexologist was 3 days ago.

There is ALWAYS a very tiny, remote, possibility of it being about a relationship.
Reasons vary, from "daddy" issues, to looking for easy street, to having been burned over & over by sex-crazed azzholers that used her & abused her by not even leaving a tip on the end table or locking the door after they snuck out before sunup, to she is actually mature enough & unsuperficial enough to not CARE if you aren't this year's Hollyweird hunky bod that makes other wimmins wet.

Yeaah, I know, but I've met a couple that didn't shiv-a-ratz-azz about looks and got their motor spewing fluids because the guy's personality was what tickled their start button - & both of them (1) early 20s & (1) mid 30s - were hot enough to fry eggs on.
He was a co-worker in his mid-50s and looked even older.
(Rumor had it he as hung like James Woods, so that MIGHT have been what it was about - or the fact he was pulling yungstuff might have engendered the rumors.)