Meet Orlando!

Vital Stats

Eyes: Green
Hair: Dark Brown
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 174
Place of Birth: Livorno, Italy (a few photos of Livorno and surrounding areas are at the bottom of the page)

General Background:

I grew up in a small port town in the northern end of Italy. It was an amazing beginning to my life and I wouldn't change it for the world. I vividly remember the sunrises and sunsets across the Italian waters that I could see from my bedroom window. For generations my family has been tied to the sea through trade, and I grew up in an environment that applauded a physically hard day's work. I am grateful for this type of upbringing, as I don't think I could ever see myself in a job that didn't demand a constant strain on my body. While my life and family had always been attached to the sea, I yearned to see far off places and experience different cultures - and while it was a tearful goodbye to my friends, and family, I needed to explore the world on my own. With my (then) broken English, I bought a plane ticket to the United Kingdom, where I stayed happily and worked in a pub for a year - which helped to hone my English and could speak it fluently.

I decided that I wanted to experience America...to see if it was everything everyone always said it was. And when I landed in New York City I knew that it was. The sights, the smells, the sounds - it was if I could travel the entire world in this one city due to it's broad diversification of cultures. I loved the hustle bustle atmosphere of this big city and so I decided I would like to stay. I didn't know for how long but it was long enough that I would need a green card. I applied and after a lengthy process I could finally call myself an American Citizen. I began trade school to become an industrial electrician. It was somewhat of a relief to work and build solid things as opposed to having grown up on the open water. I still miss my home town, and plan on returning soon to visit my family. Two of my brothers joke that when I come back they are going to hide in my suitcase when I come back to America. Knowing my brothers, I'm not entirely sure their joking!


What I Look For In A Woman:

To be completely truthful, and at the risk of sounding like a chauvinistic pig - I must honestly say that I swoon for breasts. I know it's very cliché and all, but I can't help myself. Big ones, small ones, big nipples, small nipples...I don't care - I just think their beautiful! Now that's not to say that I don't appreciate and admire the rest of the female figure, and in the past I can honestly and proudly say I've never not been interested in someone because they didn't have breasts I didn't like. What's ultimately more important to me is a woman that can make me laugh. A woman that has strong opinions - that can challenge my own, but at the same time be able to understand, appreciate and move beyond our differences. These are the things I really look for in a woman. And - a great set is always a bonus!


Hobbies:

I have always had very physical jobs, so my hobbies have always tended to be a little less physically straining. I love wine, and cooking...enough to call them a hobby! But I'm not a total lazy bones outside of work - naturally being Italian I'm a soccer fanatic, and love to watch as well as play. I grew up taking very long walks, and I still enjoy them very much

Favorite Experience:

When I was living in England I met this amazing woman on the night before I was set to leave for the U.S. My plane was to leave at 2PM, and I met her at around 6PM the previous evening. There was an instant connection and spark. Our conversation was like a river - it just flowed so naturally. It was like neither of us was even trying - it came without any effort at all. There was palpable electricity in the air - I was genuinely intrigued by this woman. She was beautiful and brutally witty. We talked about everything...throughout the night we talked - after talking all night, she came to my apartment with me - where my suitcase and few other bags were - she helped me with them - she rode in the cab with me to the airport. And as we said our goodbyes we had our first and last kiss. We never exchanged phone numbers - or last names. I think both of us wanted to keep that sacred memory with it - and not risk it by possibly failing at a relationship - it was just too good this way...too good a memory. Sometimes I regret it...most times it makes me smile and laugh, even when I'm all by myself and think about it.

Joke: uhhhh...how do I make my dick 5 inches? I fold it in half! ha! oh god don't post that...joke? is this new? I think a joke might kinda ruin the vibe no?