About me: Hi I'm Charles Johnson. I am a senior citizen and get 10% discounts at grocery stores on Senior days, Thursdays, and I can get free senior small size diet drinks at fast food windows if I want but I don't go to them, don't have the bread for the profit they want. I am from the 50's when McDonald's hamburgers were 15 cents so I'm just not motivated to want to pull up to a fast food window. Am I a playboy who always has the bread to eat out? Nope. If interested I run the Charlie Porn channel on xvideos if you want to see my photos and vids there, and I'm at the book. I found a soulmate and our relationship is postponed until various conditions are met which will take until my afterlife to be met, but she was extremely aggressive and got right to the point and I was just digging that, the rest of my life will not be a walk in the park holding hands with my soulmate but I'll try to come close to doing that mentally, physically I will need about another 6 to 8 inches or more added to what I have on an erection to get with her, I'm attempting to create a self-fulfilling prophecy that that will come true in our afterlives to obtain the extra length, I don't know of any other way to obtain, I mean I have needed that all my life and no source supplied me with it. I remember what the pornstar Beverly Morris said in Hustler: "big dicks are prime." I'm getting pretty old and will be 75 on Nov. 15th now in 2026. I was born when Scorpio was rising at around noon on a sunny day on an AFB in the Panhandle of Florida. I asked my mom if there were jets on the base and she said yes. That would have been Korean War vintage jets in 1951. She told me I was premature, but I didn't ask her for all the details so I don't know how much premature. I must not have been too premature because I weigh 245 pounds right now. I told my mom my cock was small and she said if I would have had a large cock that I would have gone into porn, so she wasn't supportive of porn. Now try to dig this, believe it or not my soulmate and I don't have the bread to get together in this life. I say I am Taken, but that does not mean officially married. I use POC, Planning, Organizing and Controlling management theory that can be proven by a linear programming model found on my organization blogs listed at the book, to quantitatively guide my soulmate and I concerning marriage. Not having the bread or cock size to marry means we are still in Organizing to form our marriage Organization, when we do then we proceed to Controlling it, once we Control the Organization we have linear programming(In the late 1930s, Soviet mathematician Leonid Kantorovich and American economist Wassily Leontief independently delved into the practical applications of linear programming. Kantorovich focused on manufacturing schedules, while Leontief explored economic applications. Their groundbreaking work was largely overlooked for decades. The turning point came during World War II when linear programming emerged as a vital tool. It found extensive use in addressing complex wartime challenges, including transportation logistics, scheduling, and resource allocation. Linear programming proved invaluable in optimizing these processes while considering critical constraints such as costs and resource availability.)(wikipedia)) Management and afterlife marital bliss, we are gonna wait until the afterlife to marry since we have to, also existing as Taken would include Open I'm pretty sure with her, she digs bisexual, I don't think she would dig a sociological isolationist marriage of "we found each other so we don't care about anyone anymore." Once I bought a men's mag in 1971, and it had fiction article that said "I dig dope, and I dig sex." That article was fiction. I don't do illegal dope and am not encouraging it by including this in my profile. I don't need any illegal dope to get high. I have pretty bad arthritis in my right shoulder and have to be careful with using it, and I'm right handed. I've gone to orthopedic doctors and still go for shots in the shoulder if needed. That's what I mean about I'm getting pretty old. My legs are ok and I jog half miles and walk back about 3 times a week. I fell in the street jogging and fractured 2 floating ribs. I was trying to kick a small rock off the street where others jog and I jog to protect them from stepping on a rock and lost my balance, I had turned around and jogged a little back to where the rock was while continuing to jog and fancy pants kick the rock. Where I fell was not on a crowded street with cars, it was just 2 addresses down from my house so I was safe. It is a one way street. I looked down the street when I was laying on it and there weren't any vehicles coming. I've found over the 57 years of street jogging that it is very important to obtain the pace you jog with for the rest of the jog when you first start to jog then and not deviate from that such as try to kick a small rock. An invisible pace will be provided for you once you start to jog after your body has gotten use to jogging, meaning no leg pains. My ribs healed in 3 weeks, but when they had not healed yet I couldn't sleep on that side, my right side, sleeping was miserable, I had to be on otc pain killers all night long. I'm glad I didn't land on my right shoulder. I must have been living right. I try to live right because I need long cock.