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"Relationships don't work the way they do on television and in the movies. You can call me a sucker, I don't care, because I do believe in it. So there you are: 20 incredible, indelible, articulate, and compelling reasons to contact ME. At last we have come to the goodnight kiss, which I have already stolen from you earlier in the date because lets be honest, goodnight kisses at the end of a date... I'm hazy on the to/not do profiles on this website etc.

I think the asshat is a complete douche, a girly-man, but if that's your thing, then good luck to you. The first thing I did was explain a tiny bit about what I was doing to the women, and they seemed to get it.

Go hop on a plane and enjoy your time in Paris with Fabio, OK? I really don't.) [Edit: Now the bitches are saying that if I didn't care, I wouldn't devote any space to mentioning the French bastard. A couple of feminazi's messaged me to just call me out for being such a dick.

I'm a highly successful online dater, which I believe is the epitome of human accomplishment. Not unless they're really good drugs and you're willing to share.

I'm totally the complete package, and it turns out I'm the second most amazing man in the world.

Go hop on a plane and enjoy your time in Paris with Fabio, OK? I really don't.) [Edit: Now the bitches are saying that if I didn't care, I wouldn't devote any space to mentioning the French bastard.