Catcher in the Rye was also pretty awful.
If your excuse for not reading my profile is that it's too long, please don't bother to message me. I can smell your bullshit form letter from a mile away.
Now that we've got those vitals out of the way, my name is Kait. I'm twenty-one years old. INFJ. I'm working at the mall right now (and yes, it's awful) until I can afford to go back to school to study secondary education and literacy.
My personality tab makes me look like a great, big dick- I really do appreciate romance, I don't live in filth, and I'm not a fucking sex fiend.
I have pretty poor facial recognition. With that in mind, if I view your profile more than once, I swear I'm not stalking you, I just didn't recognize your photo while I was browsing people.
I could wipe the floor with you at Rampage on N64.
I look at my dog the way I imagine parents look at their children. Get on board with it, or move along. On that note, I don't trust anybody who doesn't like animals.
I value ambition. No job/schooling/plans? No fucking thank you. I also value a sense of humor, bookishness, sarcasm, and so on. Bonus points for tattoos and ties. Even more bonus points for someone more than four inches taller than me. It's a bummer to have to surrender some of my heels when I'm dating somebody short. Not the end of the world, though.
I realize this profile may seem a bit abrasive, but I'm actually quite sweet most of the time. It's just that- at least as a woman- if you're here long enough, you sort of get an accumulation of messages from assholes and it hardens you a bit, at least up front.
Last but not least- I'm really not the slightest bit interested in casual sex. Please, for the love of all that is good in the world, send your dick pics elsewhere.