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BeepBlapp

36 North Hollywood, CA Man

Man

I’m looking for

  • Women
  • Ages 26–47
  • Near me
  • For new friends, long-term dating, short-term dating

My Details

Last Online
Feb 25
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 1″ (1.85m)
Body Type
Skinny
Diet
Vegetarian
Smokes
No
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Often
Religion
Agnosticism, and very serious about it
Sign
Pisces, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Management
Income
Status
Single
Type
Strictly monogamous
Offspring
Doesn’t have kids, and doesn’t want any
Pets
Likes dogs and likes cats
Speaks
English

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My self-summary
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Equal parts romantic and cynic. I'm extroverted but shy. I like animals better than people. I've been called a cartoon and the devil. I guess what I'm saying is that I'm hard to get along with. And I dangle prepositions like a maniac.
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
I make art. It's a compulsion.
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
Cooking. I love when my kitchen smells of fresh spices.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
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Charles Bukowski. Paddy Chayefsky. Elmore Leonard.
Charlie Kaufman. The Coen Brothers. David Cronenberg.
Louie. Black Mirror. Six Feet Under.
Curtis Mayfield. Terry Reid. Massive Attack. BRMC.
Vegetarian. Indian. Mexican. Sushi.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
Love.
Science.
Psychedelics.
Friends.
The moon.
Dogs.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
post-humanity
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
a potato.
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I’m an empty essay… fill me out!
When I was a boy, my friends and I were playing Army around the neighborhood. Four of us had hopped a 6-foot, vine-covered chainlink fence and were silently waiting to ambush the other kids when they crept by on patrol. Just then a twig snapped close behind us so we turned to find an old white man with his long red beard and longer black trench coat staring at us with maniac eyes. For a moment he said nothing but left our imaginations to scamper. Finally his gruff voice croaked "You kids get the fuck out of that yard!" The word 'yard' was punctuated by a messy stream of reddish-brownish gunk which, at the time, I believed to be blood pouring from the mouth of this obvious Werewolf. I suppose now it could have been chewing tobacco? (Probably blood.) Whatever -- it was enough to send the four of us scrambling back over the fence, using one another's faces as footholds.
You should message me if
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...you're a wise-crackin' smartass with perfect aim and fashion sense.