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BeepBlapp

36 M North Hollywood, CA

I’m looking for

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

My Details

Last Online
Online now!
Orientation
Straight
Ethnicity
White
Height
6′ 2″ (1.88m)
Body Type
Skinny
Diet
Mostly vegan
Smokes
Drinks
Socially
Drugs
Religion
Agnosticism
Sign
Pisces, but it doesn’t matter
Education
Graduated from university
Job
Management
Income
Relationship Status
Single
Relationship Type
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
Write a little about yourself. Just a paragraph will do.
"I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel."
What I’m doing with my life
Don’t overthink this one; tell us what you’re doing day-to-day.
"Drink deep, or taste not, the plasma spring!"
I’m really good at
Go on, brag a little (or a lot). We won’t judge.
The six things I could never do without
Think outside the box. Sometimes the little things can say a lot.
"Adaptation is a profound process. Means you figure out how to thrive in the world."
I spend a lot of time thinking about
Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
"Memory is energy! It doesn't disappear - it's still in there. There's a physiological pathway to our earlier consciousnesses. There has to be; and I'm telling you it's in the goddamned limbic system. I'm a man in search of his true self. How archetypically American can you get? We're all trying to fulfill ourselves, understand ourselves, get in touch with ourselves, face the reality of ourselves, explore ourselves, expand ourselves. Ever since we dispensed with god we've got nothing but ourselves to explain this meaningless horror of life."
On a typical Friday night I am
Netflix and takeout, or getting your party on — how do you let loose?
"The candy-colored clown they call the Sandman."
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 to wait and ambush the rest of our friends when they crept by on patrol. But then we heard something behind us so we turned to find an old white man with a long red beard and a longer black trench coat standing there staring at us with maniac eyes. For a moment he said nothing but just left our imaginations to scamper. Then 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.