I'm not for beginners, and if you are a beginner, I recommend gaining some entry-level experience with the illiterate knuckle-dragging mouth-breathers in my "Similar Users" box. Just look at them sitting down there like a panel of socially inept misfits and desperate virgins -- I wouldn't be surprised if at least one of them wants you to join him on his webcam so he can show you his junk and gag himself with a poopy-trailed pair of undies.
Just look at them sitting down there like a panel of socially inept misfits and desperate virgins -- I wouldn't be surprised if at least one of them wants you to join him on his webcam so he can show you his junk and gag himself with a poopy-trailed pair of undies. I like everything HOT: hot dogs, hot tubs, hot peppers, Hot Wheels, walking on hot coals, hot chocolate, hot springs, anything hot off the grill or press, salsa, chilis, wasabi, the weather, whatevah. I'm a highly successful online dater, which I believe is the epitome of human accomplishment. It doesn't FIT on one screen, because it doesn't BELONG on one screen. I love adventure and travel and have done so somewhat extensively. I've carefully constructed my profile along psychological principles to weed out women whom most men don't want, and the result has been that I've been meeting some really incredible women who are genuinely attractive, intelligent, confident, and playful. I spent the better part of last year in Mexico, where I developed an affinity for Spanish. I have lived in several great cities, from Miami to New York to San Francisco, have had a variety of professional (and not-so-professional) occupations, and have attended several (good) universities. I'm currently supplementing my childhood indoctrination with a serious study and review of the Bible. And then they finally do, and they're happy forever. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren't right for each other to begin with, and half of the ones who get married get divorced anyway, and I'm telling you right now, through all this stuff I have not become a cynic. Yes, I do happen to believe that love is mainly about pushing chocolate covered candies and, y'know, in some cultures, a chicken. This year I am wrapping up 2 bachelor's degrees and preparing for grad school, provided that I don't bounce to Buenos Aires for steaks and tengo lessons instead. I'll stick it out with the right one, and that may lead to amazing possibilities. I'll give it a woman's name because lets be honest, that's what you should be doing! Then off to the mall where we will roll a dollar around a piece of poop, place it in public, then yell POOP DOLLAR! Finally, a karate match between us where I will DECIMATE you with my epic karate chop! I have great success on POF and have tried tons of different profiles.
"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.