How do I even begin this? I believe life to be full of experiences of different kind, and so after giving it a lot of serious thought the last few days about what I want, , I am giving it a shot.

I have always wanted to have courtship with a lady. Someone who is mature, sensible, wise and confident in her own construct. She is thoughtful, knows her way around a man's heart, and can melt a man if he dare look directly into her eyes. And its her smile that steals the show, or the innocent flutter of her eyelids doing the most mundane things. She takes one look and you instantly feel butterflies in your stomach and weak in your knees.

Her voice leaves a smooth trail like a good scotch, and her innocent gestures cause you to peek glances being a silent admirer, even though she is aware of your presence.

She feels conscious too, about the newly turned isolated greys, increasing in number everyday or the way her body is responding to age. She doesn't have much time for it to matter, but it does occupy her mind every now and then. But, for me, its another one of those little imperfections that make her just perfect.

If only we could talk, I would love to make her laugh. I would listen to the most uneventful stories she has to tell, and we could dream together. And then go back to our mundane lives. After all these years, maybe I could find that construct that would make me feel whole, and while I can't possess, I can still live that dream.

And, oh, I will flirt. And I know you'll love it. I'll be chivalrous, and gentlemanly. Not because I am your prince charming, but because you know the purity of my intentions. Its something like teenage love, meeting maturity of adults. And it will be sweet, and charming and adulterous, all at the same time.

Its something pure, emotional and yet momentary, and not a pursuit of the physical. Its something much much more than that. Its like living a dream, a life of our own, and an escape from realities.

So, if you are a lady, who is emotionally mature, thinks herself to be physically imperfect, who likes to smile at silly lines uttered by smitten adults with the purity of a teenager's heart, I think maybe we could talk?